I told myself to run.
My heart was thumping,
My palms were sweaty,
and I couldn't stop looking at you.
You were dangerous.
You could break my heart.
I let you in,
Praying you weren't a trojan horse.
Something kept me from leaving,
Convincing me you were worth the risk.
I won't say it was my heart
Because that would mean I love you.
I knew I was playing with fire,
But I was drawn in
Like a moth
To the light.
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Midnight Musings
PoetryOur greatest thoughts come late in the night. Exhaustion frees creativity from the shackles of reality. This work of poetry is the product of these conditions. Thoughts in the dark are words from the heart.
