Unintentional

2007

I feel used and abused. You never touched me with harm in mind but yet you left bruises. My soul is battered black and blue by your clumsy idea of love. Your words were meant to comfort but yet they cut as deep as possible. Your embrace was meant to warm but yet I was burnt to ash. Your kiss was meant to refresh but yet it left me parched and thirsting for more. I feel I need you to live but yet you cause me to lose my mind whenever I am near you.

 

You are like a drug; you give me an impossible high followed by a suicidal low. My mind is twisted and abused by the mixed signs you send me. You run hot and cold, you draw me close then push me away. You speak in code, your mind is locked and I have lost the key. I have lost track of if the fault lies with you or me. I feel like I'm a yo-yo that you toy with, reeling me in just to send me spinning away again.

 

 

When you make up your mind I will know how to feel, I will know how to act and finally I will know how to think. You hurt me and heal me so it is no surprise it all hinges on you. This is clear for me to see but yet you are as blind as blind can be.