Your eyes used to give me
A place in the world.
Your hugs used to give me
Warmth and comfort.
Your whispered "I love you"s used to give me
A smile
And a jump in my stomach.
Your body on mine used to give me
A thrill,
Something I had never felt before.
Your texts in the morning used to give me
A reason to get up,
A reason to keep living...
If I could have known
We would be playing with fire,
I would have quit the games.
Your eyes on me now give me
A sense of unease.
You knew how my body worked,
Moved,
How it fit with yours...
The memory of your hugs,
The echo of your love ballads,
The butterflies I always had around you...
They all burn in my head,
Like a constant migraine.
They're always there,
No matter what...
And they still haven't left.
I don't know if they ever will.
I'm much smarter now,
Realizing that we had always
Been playing with fire.
It seems everyday now
We have a new conversation
About us.
Not how our day is going,
What our grades are,
If our friends were behaving, no -
A talk about us...
You and I
And love.
We were constantly
Playing with fire.
My hands,
Lips,
And heart
Are covered in little white scars.
You burned me
With every word and action
You formed and committed...
I hope you burn, too.
Darling,
We were playing with fire...
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A Girl in a Forgetful World
PoetryThis is a collection of all the poetry I have written. Some sadness, some happiness, and a concotion of both. Poetry is my way to vent and let my emotions flow freely. Thanks for checking it out, and I really hope you enjoy what you find! And please...