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The Past Repeats Itself For Me...

The past repeats itself for me...
I know you want my trust...
And I know you want to know my pain...
I know you don't want to hurt me...
Than why am I so scared?
You have a weird hold on me.
One that no one else ever has.
Why do you do this to me?
How can this be real?
I know you don't wasn't to hurt me.
You just want me to trust you, but the past repeats itself for me...
and I know i shouldn't worry...
You say your different, but so did everyone else.
How can you make me feel so taped and free... at the same time?
How can you make me feel week and strong?
How can you make me want to laugh and cry?
How can you have this hold on my, when I'm not there?
How can you talk to me and brush my heart?
I'm nervous...
Should I embrace this feeling...
or push it away?
Cause you know,
The past repeats itself for me...
Why can you look into my soul and make me feel happy?
Why can you tell me of what I've done and make me feel guilty?
Why is it I want nothing more than to stand face to face with you and meet ther 1 person who can do this 2 me?
I'm frightened though cause...
The past repeats itself for me, and my past is a scary place to be, when I'm the one going crazy.
So... how do i tell you my past without the nightmares?
Once I can figure that out... I might tell you...
Even though,
The past repeats itself for me...