i don't understand
why i keep writing about you
when i want to move on.
maybe i'm too attached to the memories.
it's like i burn myself on fire
and keep putting my hand over the flame
like i believe something will change.
einstein once wrote that
the definition of insanity was doing
the same thing over and over again
expecting a different outcome.
or maybe i like the hurt you've given me.
i've been living with it for so many years
that it is familiar, nostalgic,
comforting.
you are laced within me
not with love but with pain.
and maybe i am insane for being
comforted by that.
YOU ARE READING
love poems.
Poetrythis is a poem book full of poems made by me about life & love. i hope you enjoy! [ all rights to me ]
