The Cloth We're Cut From

you ignited

an uncouth flame

a knife to sharpen

and a thing to blame

but forever we were

never tamed--

 

this feeling,

you, or me?

 

for all the venom, anger, hate

one bitter craving filled my plate

and in that alone

we shared one taste

a need for darkness'

sweet embrace

I wonder how we'll ever face--

 

this feeling,

you, or me?

 

it hurt like

nothing ever did

I chose to feel,

and feelings bid

with two scraped knees,

tears like a kid--

 

this feeling,

you, or me?

 

an oversized band aid cannot fix

a friendship full of toxic tricks

it was just us that didn't mix

like STDs and turning tricks

best to us

and relationships--

 

this feeling?

it's just me.

This poem is about: 
Me

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