Every time you texted me after we went our separate ways
gave me hope.
That was very ****** up of you,
I still wait around and I don't know how to cope.
You absence and silence cut deep into my core.
Deeper than any knife, stronger than any lure.
Though you squeeze my heart
You'll always be the man I adore.
Your touch heats my skin,
Your kiss sets me on fire.
You take only what YOU need,
And leave me burning with desire.
I've been told to be patient and kind
But I'm only an object, aren't I?
So why do people care if I fall and break
And take lives in my wake?
You called again. And I hate myself.
This is how it always goes
Before the second ring
I'm already saying hello.
Feb 23, 2017
Feb 23, 2017 at 7:07 PM UTC
Every time you texted me after we went our separate ways
gave me hope.
That was very ****** up of you,
I still wait around and I don't know how to cope.
You absence and silence cut deep into my core.
Deeper than any knife, stronger than any lure.
Though you squeeze my heart
You'll always be the man I adore.
Your touch heats my skin,
Your kiss sets me on fire.
You take only what YOU need,
And leave me burning with desire.
I've been told to be patient and kind
But I'm only an object, aren't I?
So why do people care if I fall and break
And take lives in my wake?
You called again. And I hate myself.
This is how it always goes
Before the second ring
I'm already saying hello.
I wrote this poem to my ex, who still hunts me dreams.
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