I got into the habit
Of talking to you everyday
So now, there is the matter of
Getting into one of not. They sayIt takes 21 days
To form a habit.
That's a lie. It's 66
And that makes no difference, not one bitBecause all I need is a slice
Of your heart and there I go,
Whizzing down the path
Of inevitable fire - the abyss, the holeThat can never be covered.
How am I supposed to form this new
Habit, when it's actually a good one?
I am not made for kneeling at the pew.So you came in here
And changed up my entire life
And now you're gone,
And okay, it's my fault so I have to lieAbout being completely fine;
That I'm okay, I'm alright.
I understand. I do. I try.
And logic agrees but at nightI return to being human
And habits are hard to break.
Habits stay forever (you know this)
So all I can do is be a little fakeAnd lie because pride is all I have
To hold onto. Pride is another habit
I have grown used to -
One of the better ones, at least.I got into the habit of you.
Now I have to learn to undo the knots.
And how unfair it is, for you to be perfectly fine
When I'm perfectly not.
YOU ARE READING
Poems for the Sad and Weary
PoetryThis is my third book of poems and to be really honest, I'm thankful that I had even been able to finish the last two books. I feel like I'm a completely different person from the first book of poems I had started and that's okay with me. Maybe this...