Engrained

November 2nd, 2015

Last night you touched my arm and I was back in your bed.

Tangled in your word, engrained in your sheets, drowning in you helplessly.

I never thought I'd look you in the eyes, surprised to see you, surprised to see me.

F*****g me over and over again through just that glance.

And I knew when you whispered in my ear, you'd drag me through your dirt once again.

You're coming for me as you always do.

After a year passes you turn back to you, 

or the you that I knew 

when I drowned in your sheets that December night. 

Don't disappear like you always do.

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[Quill]

well any psychiatrist would tell you it's a little unhealthy to obsess over someone who does that to you, but hey at least this nice poem came out of it