Take Me Home (Original Poems)

Used to Be - Poem 107

I thought you said this was right.

When I told you the darkness had won.

The demons are ecstatic that I am all theirs again.

I gave you away,

No mistaking that.

I can't take you back.

I can't have you.

This is when I can breathe easily?

Why do those cold fingers still choke me?

All of the cuts and bruises seem to reappear,

Letting in all of the tiny fears.

I don't know if I want this new voice.

This new touch on my skin.

But it's so warm...

Just like yours used to be.