Your hug is comforting, at first,
A simple "it's okay now, I'll make it go away"
But it doesn't stay that way.
You grow tighter,
Your pain a constant reminder of what I hate
And Tried to stop
Your hugs aren't reassuring anymore,
You don't make it feel like it's gonna away,
You just remind me there was a problem in the first place,
And this solution is a temporary coverup
You're the taping of a hole in the wall,
A bandage on a broken leg.
And eventually,
Your existence is just a reminder
Of the true fault in this place
Your hugs are crushing me
And you help more that You hurt,
But still I make you stay
One day maybe I'll be stronger than you,
And your hugs won't crush me,
But that's just a dreamer's view
Because we're nothing if not puppets to
our own flesh and blood
YOU ARE READING
Poetry
PoetryAll of our colors are different, and mine are still lost to oblivion. You can watch me try to find them.
