Maybe I'm The Problem Poem by Lacie Hebert

I told myself I'd walk away, but here I stand again,
Caught between the truth I know and lies you love to spin.
You pull me in like gravity, then act like I'm to blame,
But every time I try to leave, you whisper out my name.

You break me just to fix me, then you swear you've changed your ways,
But patterns don't dissolve just 'cause you promise better days.
I hate the way I love you, but I love the way it hurts,
A cycle made of fire, ash, apologies, and words.

Maybe I'm the problem too, addicted to the fight,
'Cause peace feels unfamiliar when you're all I know at night.
But one day I'll stop falling for the chaos that you bring—
And when I finally cut the cord, I'll learn to love my wings.