Today I wrestle with the want,
The way my heart craves what broke it,
Because it has never known better,
Never known love without pain,
Never known gentleness without suffering.
I hold it back by the legs,
As it uses it's bloody fingers,
To grip the floorboards,
Foaming at the mouth like a rabid dog.
And it snaps it's jaws at me in frustration,
As if I were the enemy,
When I'm the only one trying to protect us.
Last updated on:2026-05-04T13:12:03+05:30
Comments (2)
your heart is stuck on them, or on the kind of love you got used to with them
i used to crave the same person who hurt me, like my heart didn’t know any other kind of love. it made me feel crazy, like i was fighting myself every day.