11/10 poetry

recoil

recoil

I romanticize things that I should not romanticize.

like roses with thorns

and raindrops on glass.

I adore things that I should not adore.

like the static of a telly screen

and you.

you have only ever let me face

the consequences of your mistakes

but I must confess,

your eyes get me lost

and your smile is sweet like honey,

and I have never loved you so.

I get hurt by things that should not hurt.

like flickering campfires

and scratching metal.

I miss things that I should not miss.

like the nighttime stars

and you.

respectively,

I know nothing of intimacy

yet wanted so dearly to have you forever.

the worst part is,

you were there for me,

and I still craved all the more.

you weren't enough,

you never were,

for I needed someone to last.

I do not understand

why you were my world,

looking back on it today

but I must confess,

your eyes get me lost

and your smile is sweet like honey,

and I have never loved you so.