Trouble In Paradise - Poem by Rachel Henley
I cannot change the past but you still blame me anyways,
Is this how your going to love me for the rest of days?
Erasing pages of my soul to fix what is broke,
Asking me where does my heart go at nightfall.
Smooth my fingers over your collarbone to say,
Nothing in this world makes me not want to stay,
except you, except you and your doubts.
Kick me where it hurts,
Rip out veins and arteries,
and you will still never know,
how much you will always mean to me.
There is trouble in paradise,
you lit the fire in paradise,
now I cannot douse the flames,
yet I still swallow the blame.
I don't want your love like this,
Sometimes I wish I never wanted you at all,
How could you ever do this to me and my soul,
Forever inadequate and forever small.
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