Probably the most raw poem I’ve ever written. It’s fucked up I know. Please don’t drag me based on the content.

I’m just wondering if it reads well as a poem. Or does it sound more like I’m talking to myself. Posting anon because I’m really shy about it. I haven’t written in years, but I’m hurting tonight and it just came out.

Why

Your eyes are a fire warming my soul

And taste of your lips is like a hot tea on a chilly morning

Your arms are like doors welcoming me in, enclosing me into safety and comfort.

And Your soul is my home.

So why am I safe in your arms but my heart longs to run towards danger?

Why am I so empty that I need you to fill into me to keep me whole?

Why does my love not pour out into you like it should?

Your words come out so soft and sweet I cannot help but to give into them.

you’ve given me so much love, not one not two but three priceless gifts of joy.

You bring me peace and yet I push it away.

why do I love you so much that my heart could explode and yet my heart is so empty?.

Why does loving you feel like I’m trying to run through water?

Why do I feel like I’m sinking, deep into quicksand, as time goes marchs on?

Your heart is beautiful. There is nothing truly wrong with you. The wretched thing here is my broken heart, is unable to work as it should. Maybe it was too broken when you found it, maybe it wasn’t built quite right.

Why blame yourself, when the problem is clearly me?

Why is the only fault you have is loving me?

Why did you stay when I tried to run you away?

I love you. But I cannot love you in the way that you deserve. But I’m too selfish, too broken, too empty, to leave my home within you.

Why?