I find that the nights I crave your presence the most are the nights your heavy eyes can't find the power to stay open, They're the nights where I'm left in silence, left with my thoughts which often come dressed as a double edged blade;
On top of that I find myself left with the guilt of attempting to strip you of your power to come and leave as you please which in my case has never fully succeeded and only temporarily crippled you into a mindset where you stay- temporarily being the key word,
Your temporary stay is a temporary fix to a problem that feels not so temporary.
But still when you break from my grasp, finding it in yourself to hang up...
I bother you
I know that's not right and yet I don't stop
More guilt creeps its way in leaving a lump in my throat. As this guilt builds I find myself continuously making it worse with bothering even further almost in attempt to... To what?
I couldn't tell you and then still the bothering continues....
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Through Bright Blue Eyes
PoetryHey! This is going to be a short compilation of a few one shot/spur of the moment poems that I thought I would share,, anyways I hope you guys like them.. so um yeah :)
