Time Is Pain. - Poem by Morgan Miller
Time is pain,
And pain takes time.
It passes easier in a rhyme.
You build me up
To tear me down,
But for some reason I keep you around.
It doesn't make sense,
It doesn't seem fair,
But no matter what I do
I wouldn't dare
Turn my back on what could be.
You make me blind, so I can't see.
I try to let you go,
But it seems there's no use.
Nothing I do will break me loose.
Those times I thought I had broken free,
They just seem to back stab me.
You're still there,
But I know you'll never care,
I can see in you,
And I know it's true.
Everything in me stays holding on.
Even for that time you were gone.
It was just long enough,
Long enough for me to feel,
What I could be, how I could deal.
You broke back in without a fight,
I took your bait in a single bite.
I don’t know what to do.
I don't know what to say.
How do I act when you get that way?
You leave me all confused inside,
Even after all the tears I've cried.
I can't get passed the you and me,
I've always wished there could be.
Time is pain
And pain takes time.
It's all true, this love's a crime.
The perfect crime to be exact.
You took my heart with such impact.
You make me laugh, you make me cry,
But at the end of the day I always know why.
You know just how to trick me,
You've learned how naive I could be.
With every sugar coated word,
Belief is the silliest thing I've heard.
I believe each lie you whisper true,
You know you do it to me too.
You're no stranger to mind games.
You make my heart go up in flames.
All the times you'd look me in the eye,
That look you gave made me fly.
Unfortunately not too far away,
You found a way to make me stay.
Last time in fact, I did all I could.
Anything and everything the broken hearted would.
But I came back,
And still I stay,
As if everything was okay.
I put on a show,
'Cause you can't ever know,
That I think about you constantly.
The things I feel and the things I miss,
Like when we shared our first kiss.
And all the times after that,
Makes me wonder where that boy's at.
I need you back as you were.
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