7-20-12

Why is it that everything

Bad for me is the thing I want most?

Do I shy so much from the unknown

That I wish to hold onto that which is familiar?

With words of love you wish to use me,

And I, like many others, tire of your games.

You are a subtle poison invading my life,

Tearing me to shreds from inside out.

With anger in the heart, and love on the lips,

You walked out of the door and out of our lives.

And yet, at times, I want you back,

All because you were once familiar.

And yet your memory still lingers,

And as anger fades with passing hours,

I begin to yearn for you back.

All because you were once familiar.