The Pull

Not too sure how to describe this one. It was written in collage, I guess I was still trying to find my feet as writer and a person.

Your pool of darkness keeps dragging me down, 

If I sink too deep will I ever be found? 

It's the way that you phrase things, 

The things that you do

That make me so very aware of you. 

I thought I was strong, 

Turns out I'm still weak, 

You keep knocking me down 

Until my outlook is bleak. 

I look out to the world, 

But do I want to go back? 

The strength to forget you is something I lack. 

Each day I keep thinking 

I can figure you out, 

That I'm closer to knowing what you're all about.

But then something will change, 

And the puzzle won't fit,

You'll drag someone down

And tear them to bits.

You keep giving them ammo

To make your life hell. 

You say it doesn't effect you, 

But I always can tell. 

Sometimes I wonder 

How this turned out so strange, 

But I like that you're you,

At that that will never change. 

Author's Note

If you see a grammatical error, typo or spelling mistake please let me know!