Is it bad that I dont want you to be fine without me?
Is it bad that I want to have you begging on your knees every time I leave?
Is it bad that I want you to fight? Like when you cutt yourself with a really sharp knife
And youre looking for a bandaid, but its nowhere out in sight.
Is it bad that I want you to try?
Like when you play a game and you lost every round,
Tryna find a way that a solution can be found
Is it bad that I want that?
Is it bad that I want you to care more about us than me?
I keep convincing myself that maybe its fine
Maybe its not that you dont care, maybe,
Its just another form of survival mode
Maybe its just the simple fact that you dont want to spend endless days crying over me,
You'd rather use that time doing something useful,
So maybe you got tired of chasing
Maybe you thought to yourself
"Whats the point in chasing something that doesnt want to be chased"
Maybe you thought that when I was mad,
I wanted nothing to do with you,
Even though that was when I needed you the most so yeah,
I cant get mad because you taught yourself how to not lose sleep over things you have no control over,
After all, the world will keep spinning,
Even if all the people decided that the earth just wasn't good enough,
And they wanted to move to venus because the earth just didnt give it that same...burning sensation
So yeah, maybe youre not wrong... Maybe its time I get into survival mode.
YOU ARE READING
Skeletons
Poetryeveryone has their skeletons, and now its time for those skeletons...to come out of the closet
