Poetry

Habits

Three little words I would never say again,

And then I turned the corner and saw you.

Now the words are stuck in my throat,

Hidden under my tongue.

Habits are hard to break.

I'm apologizing again,

And crying at night in the silence.

I wait for you to admit it,

But you will never say the words.

So I sit in the shower,

With the hot water raining on me,

And the blood running down the drain.

Habits are hard to break.

I'm sorry.

I do love you.

Cheyenne, I would never cheat on you..

Wait, your name isn't Cheyenne..

So why am I back into these habits..

Because,

Habits are hard to break.

I have a bad

Habit,

Especially when I stop caring.

I like to draw,

On my skin,

With silver

And red.

Habits are hard to break,

But easy to start.

I probably need help with this

Habit.

But I'm okay.

I'm not eating,

But I'm drawing.

So I'm okay.

Habits are hard to break.

But sometimes,

We don't want to stop.