617 – “I have this bad habit of” a Poem

I have this bad habit of
getting close to people
and thinking that they’re
always going to be by my side;
but eventually they always leave.

I have this bad habit of
loving people a little too much,
when they don’t even love me back;
and when they leave me my heart
feels like someone threw it from the sky.

I have this bad habit of
caring for people,
when they don’t even care about me
at all. Perhaps, if they saw
through my eyes they’ll see
the scars I have deep down inside.

I’m tired. I’m tired. I’m tired.
I wish feelings didn’t exist.
Why do feelings exist anyways?
I always fall for everything and
let it destroy me. It’s my fault after all,
but I still have hope that one day
I find a person that shares
the same bad habits as me.

–anonymous

Quote Number:  666

Source: This poem is found in several places on the internet, but none seem to be the original source. However, it is attributed to a poet, A. E.

Source Notes: I corrected two grammatical errors, which may or may not have originated with the original post.

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