I could’ve let you go, <br />Escape from this prison you’ve put me on, <br />Let the pain finish for once and for all, <br />… but I didn’t, I just couldn’t. <br /> <br />Masochistic me, I’ve told myself many times, <br />Seems like if I’m looking for more pain, <br />Instead of running and going away. <br /> <br />Your presence disappears with time, <br />But when it is about to disappear at all, <br />I look for you, for it to grow again, <br />Even though I know it is killing me <br /> <br />Masochistic me when I look at your eyes, <br />Dark brown, honey river, <br />Makes me drown, takes my breath, <br />It causes me pain…. But I like it… <br /> <br />Masochistic me, that’s all I think of, <br />But this is the only way to know I’m alive, <br />To know if I have still feelings left, <br />That you didn’t take them all when you walked away. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />*NOTE: Masochistic have two meanings. The one I am using in this poem is ''cause pain to onself''.... Just for those who misunderstood when I post it the first time.<br /><br />Ana Lia Zaldivar<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/masochistic-me/
