crashlanding [poetry]

weakness.

what if i told you,

i'm done?

that i'm sick of this world we've made together?
that despite everything we've been through,
this city that started out as building blocks
is now nothing more than a wasteland in my eyes?

would you bend and break the way i did?
kick and scream the way i did?
send your soul spiraling into a black hole

without an end

the way i did?

because oh! what a coincidence,
it sounds vaguely familiar
seeing that you did that same thing to me
i didn't forget, you beast

and i wish i could do the same

but now,
now that we're back
now that you told me you missed me
oh, how i'd love to

break your bones as i rest in your arms
how i would love to
give you a taste of your own medicine
to twist you the way you twisted me
leave you curled up

a pathetic and sobbing waste
on the coldest of floors
and lock the door behind me

but i just can't

simply because
the way
you say my name
is enough to turn
my nerves
into syrup

and just like i did before,
i smile and let myself sleep
in your arms where no worries,
not even the ones about you,
could ever have a hope of reaching me

for a while