Why do I keep coming back to you?
Is it just something you do?
Why do I insist on hurting myself?
Why do I not ask for help?
You were supposed to be the one.
I guess, just like the wind, our love is gone.
And yet, I still find myself hoping, wishing,
That you will find it's me you're missing.
Why do I keep you in my head?
When, to you, I am dead?
Why do I torture myself so?
I am killing myself, so slow.
Even when we were together, you held another in your arms.
Why did I not heed the alarms?
How can you be that happy?
When there is just an empty shell left of me?
YOU ARE READING
Broken
PoésieJust your average collection of poetry done by your average unicorn. Xavier hopes you like the poems! **Sorry if the spacing is jacked up**
