The latest of my series of horribly neatly-structured poems. Feedback and ratings are welcome I guess, though I know it isn't great :/

You drag me in, you push me out, so tell me why I should care.

I try and I fail to figure you out, and pine when you aren't there.


I hate that I love you - I mean it; it's like a drug, a scar self-inflicted;

It hurts, the more I need it - obsessed. Possessed. Addicted.


I'm dizzy from this circle of gloom - sick of the disappointment I face.

Do I tell you this sentence of doom, or stay here

In my inferior, perpetual place?

The End

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