Sometimes when it's late I think of you
Then I choke up my own lungs
And I can't breathe,
The world around me stays still as I shake
And my vocal cords twist up in my throat
Then plummet to my stomach where
Butterflies have died and a swarm of wasps has taken over in their place.
You've created a chaos within me
That comes out not only at night but when I see you,
In broad daylight I freeze
I fight the urge to run
I fight the urge to skip breakfast because
I know I'll see you
I know I'll want to throw up
And it makes me feel pitiful
That all it takes to fuck me up
Is you
If you cause someone to have anxiety attacks
Have the mercy to pack up your weapons and leave them be to let their wounds heal
Without you constantly attacking their nonexistent defense you've worn out over time
Because all you bring about is pain
And all you know is how to sugar coat hurt.
They can't bring themselves to escape you on their own,
So end on a better note and do both of you a favor.
Leave as peacefully as you can
You owe them that much
YOU ARE READING
She Felt Like Home
PoetryOriginal Poetry Collection: We don't get to choose who we love, or when we stop loving those who don't treat our hearts quite right. And sometimes, we don't get to change the fact that even if they weren't the one they still felt like home. And it's...
