He Loves Me Not - Poetry

h e l d h o s t a g e .

I wish I could blame you

For keeping me trapped in this violent spiral.

For giving me hope for what can never happen.

I wish I could blame you

But it is myself that holds me hostage.

I am held at gun point by my own hand.

I feed into my desires and relish in the "what if's"

because if I don't then I am left with nothing,

and I wish I could blame you.