Impulse Control; a poem by Seher Kaur

Impulse Control by Seher Kaur

I will be blunt.

I admire you

and I do in fact need you to survive. 

But everytime you come near,

I seem to only hurt more. 

So you stay away,

and I do too.

In doing so, I thrive.

But the sense of longing is too much for me to bear.

I can see your hidden face of emotions when you claim you are fine,

but I know better.

I will beckon you closer, 

Knowing it will only cause more pain for me.

But that is my job, is it not?

To provide life for others?

Even if it kills me,

I will cherish dying in your arms