Revolving Doors

Revolving door, I guess I’ve come back for more of course.

Spirit numb and heart can’t take much more.

Only takes a smallest of gestures to have me banging on your door.

Begging, pleading for just a little more.

You know exactly what to say at the time to say it.

I ignore the disrespect and just want to forget it, quickly get pass it.

Constantly reminding me that I am not an easy woman to be with.

Making me doubt that I can continue to put up with your sh*t.

Stuck in an endless loop, running fast, but standing still.

Feed me lies to keep me coming back, when will I ever have my fill.

The gentle and sweet parts of me already dead, killed.

This entanglement, affair, whatever you want to call it, compares to no other.

Greatest and the worst times, the best and absolute worse lover.

I need someone to take me away, save me, where is my brother!

I may smile, but there is only emptiness behind these eyes.

Rivers, lakes, and oceans have been filled overfilled with the tears I have cried.

I want to leave to protect my safety, but stay due to yours and my lies.

Fear keeps me stagnant here, and embarrassment, praying this love would wither and die.

I don’t want to go back, but obviously self-love is still lacked.  

I know he won’t change, bend a li or let up slack.

Can’t accept that I live like this, this sh*ts whack.

Revolving doors, open, close, leading me right back.

 

This poem is about: 
Me
My family

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