the sickness

All I wanted from you,

Was a man staring back at me 
like I was something he couldn't lose

So I rolled the dice

walked from The Chelsea Hotel to 159th

the years go by

i run,

you do not follow.

and just as the tears have dried

you come back

with a heavy sentiment

like the past was just a dream,like its not 2016

you confess that you still miss me,

with a familiar tenderness

you are dancing around our memories
like its holy ground

you begin to glorify my

humaness
and i remember this feeling
the pressure to be all that you want me to be
the idea
you challange me to shrink once more

i digress 

i think how in the world

is it you?

how did you come back to me?

is it fate or the way broken hearts form this addiction to pain

am i to be the villain in your narrative?

could you only be with me when i was sick

and young and crying all the time

now that i am strong

you seem to be unsure