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 Jul 2015 Valle
Folah Liz
Thinking how stupid one must be
To fall repeatedly
Get hurt every single time
And still manage to do the same
Over
And over
Again
I wonder
How many times I will have to hit the ground
In order to learn to stop falling in love at first
I often say things
That should be left unsaid
I often say things
That should not be done
Sleep in bed unfamiliar
Make believe love to strangers
Get to know people who will not remember me tomorrow
I am gone as quickly as the hangover
I can be washed off the tongue
Just quickly as the liquor
I often believe I am capable of inciting change
I kiss temporary lips with permanence
Hoping that I can train them to stay
I love temporary people with permanence
Hoping that I can train them not to leave
And when they do
I claim to have seen it coming
I am incapable of forgetting
A scrapbook memory of skin and heartbeat
Or touch and moments
I know not to look directly into eyes
For they can be blinding
And I still
Do it anyway

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