Though at times you are my peace, you are also my storm.
though most times you are what makes me feel safe,
I also fear that at any point you may become my demise.
Most times you are my happiness...
but at very little times you also force tears from my eyes...
you are what makes me stable, but, yet, also what makes me insane.
some days words come easy,
other days I'm afraid of anything I say.
you are so full of warmth with your embrace,
but, yet, at times you become a strapped bomb.
I want to understand you; but you've dragged me through your mystery far to long.
every time you open up to let me in
before I step one for in your soul's corridor
you shut it closed again...
I'm not saying I don't love you.
But sometimes I wonder when I'll know you.
The hope of having all we once had again is what's kept me going,
But, my hope has become timed...
About the Creator
Laticia Vargas-Mendoza
Aspiring writer. I have been writing poetry since I was 6. Now I have the courage to share with you. I want to write as a career and help support us. your support is greatly appreciated too and will allow me to keep following my passion.
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