Seconds,
Minutes,
Hours,
Days,
Months,
Weeks,
Years,
You have keep in suspense for your next move,
You either treat me like a princess,
Or treat me like a fool,
I'm not sure why you plot to just hurt me again,
You lied,
And cheated too many times,
But I keep coming back,
You go right,
I go left,
And,
We fight and then there's a thick silence,
Then we end up making out,
And my brain in overwhelmed by your actions,
I'm so confused who am I today,
Who was I yesterday?
Who are you today,
Because if I say one wrong thing you blow up,
Like a bomb,
We fight again and then end up doing everything all over again,
I want to leave but you beg me to stay,
So I do but why?
I'm crazy and it's all because of who?
You.
YOU ARE READING
You say this is suicide
PoetryThis is how war feels when your at war with yourself I write these please don't steal them