So many times you turned the tables, forcing me to believe that it was my fault you'd throw hurtful accusations and expect me to walk away, and I would eventually but for good, never to return, later you'd show up with apologies and stupidly I would except after repeatively saying no, you're like a disease always coming back when I least expect you to, I can't seem to get rid of you no matter how hard I try, and I love you don't get me wrong, but you have side affects that hurt like hell, you eat away at my heart and you think it's ok cause it benefits you, and it makes me so sick how you regurgitate a chunk of my generosity, a chunk of my compassion, and a chunk of my security because all of those qualities I possess excessively and your body can't handle that, you attempt to swallow them digest them completely but it's too much for you you hold on to just a little, enough that you can control me with and puke up what's left, so I guess that's why I hold my heart in my hand, sorry you had little power over that! well I decided I'm finally through, maybe if I drink a bottle of hydrogen peroxide, the infection will stay away!!!Birth sign: Virgo
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