They say you have to pick your poison,
Your Achilles heel,
Your Icarus' sun.
When I become a living paradox,
How do I know what's real
And what's not?
I love you with all my heart
But you will never see me that way
So I hide it, because after all
I'd rather be your best friend than lose you for good.
I miss you with every fibre of my being
And yet, I dread seeing your face.
Why do I not want you to come back?
All I want to do is talk to you,
Be around you
But every time I speak, it feels like I push you away.
Am I repulsive?
Do I ruin everything I touch?
You're my best friend
But I am not yours
I miss you so much
But to you, I am disposable.
I'm truly sorry
For any pain I've caused you.
Never once did I mean to harm you
Or wound you, in any way.
You are everything I wish I could be
Everything I know I'll never achieve.
They say you have to pick your poison
Well I've picked mine
You.
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A Lonely Echo - Poems For The People
PoetryA collection of rambles that I'm calling poetry, inspired by various events in my life and my imagination. There will be a mix of structured and unstructured poetry, bright, cheerful poems and sad, lonely poems. I'm trying something new with this...
