It's just sad that when I push people away
they just go and don't try to stay;
And I could beg and implore and pray
but I'd see you take your way
away from me and you just let me flee
thinking I might be free
so you'd erase your trace completely;
And you forgot the words
that I made sure are imprinted in your brain
that you cant leave me even if I shut you out
because that wouldn't be me talking
and I never am exactly proud
for me explaining my well-being;
but you left when I needed you to stay
you didn't pull me in when I pushed you away;
I lost you halfway
because my moods didn't just sway
between happy and sad
but between empty and full
between extremely alive and dead
inside, you know when I said push you didn't pull;
you pressured me into being okay
said when I'm okay you could manage to stay
but you felt I wasn't in control
so instead of staying you made sure you stayed away
but you were the only thing making me whole;
And I gave up begging and imploring and catching your vanishing outlines because you've been long gone before you heard me whisper:
Please Stay!
YOU ARE READING
Excerpts from a book I'll never write
Poetry{e} english • {g} german That one's not a story composed in a plot like with characters and stuff. It won't be. There'll be characters appearing and I didn't bother changing their names. Those are thoughts, mostly, but also poems and moments, pres...
