Sometimes it's hard not to dwell a little bit on long ago mistakes, and wonder why you were the person that made them.
Do you trust me?
She said
I did not, but couldn’t say
Why, oh why,
Must I feel this way?
Face to face
Too much resemblance
Human mirror
With subtle difference
We’re too alike
I said
We’ve shared our sickness
Yet still hearts’ ache
At want of touch
Stinging synchronicity
Primal needs wake
Self-destructive tastes
Tendencies amplified
By proximity
Do you trust me?
She said
I’m slipping
Tumbling under
Appealing pressure
Of promised pleasure
All too willing
I trust you
I say
Knowing I will pay
Why, oh why
Must I feel this way?
Poetry by Harakhte