Why oh why do I do this?
Talking to you is a bad habit,
One that I can't break,
You pull me in.
It's easy, I drift away like a kite in the breeze.
Back to when we were together,
Talking about everything and nothing,
Being perfectly content.
This is dangerous.
We broke up for a reason.
I begin to wonder if it will always be like this,
If I will always want you
Now I can't see myself with anyone else,
When I think of you my heart melts.
This is hard.
Jan 28, 2015
Jan 28, 2015 at 8:25 AM UTC
Why oh why do I do this?
Talking to you is a bad habit,
One that I can't break,
You pull me in.
It's easy, I drift away like a kite in the breeze.
Back to when we were together,
Talking about everything and nothing,
Being perfectly content.
This is dangerous.
We broke up for a reason.
I begin to wonder if it will always be like this,
If I will always want you
Now I can't see myself with anyone else,
When I think of you my heart melts.
This is hard.
Quick poem to try and settle my thoughts
