I came to you, broken
and without remorse.
What my head thought
was love, my heart
knew to be false.
Our love was unfolding
like a ball of yarn
rolling down each step
with no intention
of coming back together.
I had a sick obsession of us
our cracked love
our fears
our exhausted inhibitions
our deepest secrets.
I loathed you
inside and out
the consumption killed us.
You may be the one
who drinks;
but honey, I'm the monster.
I hid your rum like a childish thief.
I ignored the signs,
kind hands reaching
out to offer help.
I wake up.
YOU ARE READING
Awkward, Unrequited, Superficial, Toxic, Real Love.
PoetryLove is messy and beautiful. I have been writing poems since I was a teenager. It was my escape. It was and still is a refuge. My 20's are behind me. This book is a small collection of love-related poems that encompass pretty much most of my feeling...
