you say it's okay
but that seems strange
cause i'm causing you pain
is this all just a game?
i ask if i'm wrong
and you tell me i'm not
you tell me you think
you like me a lot.
i keep bringing it up
cause it won't leave me alone
where is your house
if you don't have a home?
do i wish i was fucking it all up?
making a mistake?
the one to blame?
i think if you told me
i was fucked up
begged me to leave
told me i couldn't stay
i think my brain wants
wants it this way
because then i couldn't speak
or cause you more pain
the pain i know
will not go
will not ever go away
i wish it was all
just a fucking game.
YOU ARE READING
butterfly kisses and sorrow misses
Poetryi don't know yet i just need to put these things that are in my head onto paper or i might lose my mind have i already lost it? poems I wrote as the clouds were brewing.
