Think of you when I'm down
Sometimes it makes me happier
Other times it makes me even sadder
You know how to make me happy
You know how to touch my cheek and make me laugh
You know how to take my breath away
Like when you silently stare at me or when you touch my stomach ever so gently
You also know how to get under my skin
You know how to crush me inside
And you know how to make me want to disappear
Like when you make sure I see you making another girl blush
Why do you torture me
And why won't you just tell me what you want
Maybe you like to see me squirm under your eyes
Maybe my pain is your pleasure
All I know is you are my pain and joy
My sunshine and my rain
My lovely despair
Endlessly I get further and further from getting better
He is my sickness
He is my sadness
And he is my nightlong thunderstorm
He's the tears that fall silently onto my jeans
He's the nights I want to forget
Every time I try to swim away he pulls me deeper out into the ocean
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Decisions
PoetryPoems that I wrote to briefly describe the many decisions we all may or may not make in this cold world.
