Done
The thought of you makes me sick to my stomach
Unsure if thats anger or love
The sight of you kills me
And my heart is unsure to beat faster or to stop
And if i let you go
My brain is unsure if you'd come back and would be worth it
Or if it'd break its relationship with my heart
My brain is not okay with breaking my heart
They have a good thing going
Thats were you differ
My brain tries to make positive decisions for me
But you the only drug I've come to love alters each one
Your my upper my downer my all arounder
Alterations
You mix and match words until they are the ones i want to hear
and when you know I'm weak
I'm a game of prey
but the bites are kisses
and it's still just a game
and oh i wish you meant no harm
but for each truth you shared there is 1000 lies
and guys
if you mean no harm don't harm me
they make arms length for a reason
and pushing me away before you pulled me in is easier
because lying on your chest
just for a little rest
makes me feel like a child so safe
but you're far from that
you mess with my dream scheme
because if i dream you will treat me right
i will probably wake up and believe it
but then its night
and theirs been no signs of you
so excuse me for ignoring everything you do
because boy i am so done with you
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