I blame myself for putting my guard down
But you arrived as if you knew all the things about me
I was too stunned
You unfolded yourself like I was no worry
I wanted to know every part of you
I wanted to memorize every detail of you
Now my head hurts as every little thing brings me back to you—It's detrimental
You were once a good dream turned to a nightmare
I wake up to reality just to get back in bed
Honey, I can't stop sleeping
YOU ARE READING
How A Poet Bleeds In Ink
PoetryA grieving poem full of rage, regret and affection dedicated to the person who unknowingly made my in-love-teenage world fall apart.
