A poem
I know I shouldn’t enquire,
I know these details hurt,
But when love is what inspires,
I’d do anything to make it work.
These feelings inside me, they feel raw like fire,
Bottled up, they’ve exploded,
No rhyme, no reason, they lie.
I pull you towards me,
And you push me back,
We’re stuck in the middle of our fairytale,
Trying to claw our way out.
I lay back and question,
What is it that I am to you?
The scars in me twinge,
And I wait, and be the patient person I need to be.
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