Should I call myself a traitor
For not honoring my needs
When I fall for you again
When I'm struggling to breathe
In the pool of old regrets
I'm still asking what it means
As I'm sinking to the floor
As I'm drowning to be free
I lament my current ignorance
For forgetting certain things
Like when I lay down in the dirt
From admitting our defeat
There's no basis for return
If you're always in my dreams
I had finally let you go
Until I ruined everything
I shouldn't play with fire
When my heart is made of weeds
But I was so desperate for attention
And the comfort it can bring
So I'll call myself a traitor
Cause I'm only hurting me
When I'm crawling back to you
And am on my hands and knees
In this poem I lament getting back with the girl who caused me so much heartache. It's as if all my effort into moving on from her and recovering was for nothing, because as soon as I talked to her again, I fell right back to square one. After the fact, I have adjusted and just keep my distance but in that moment, I had much regret of communicating with her after years of pain.