I Miss the Way You Made Bad Feel Good

A cycle of poems «Your Kiss Tasted Like a Late-Night Regret»

Flickering lights and smoky bars,
Empty streets beneath the stars.
Lost inside a twisted mood,
I miss the way you made bad feel good.

You turned my darkness into light,
Even when we fought the night.

I miss the way you made bad feel good,
Like fire burning in the woods.
Every scar and every bruise,
Was a dance I didn’t want to lose.

We chased the chaos, wild and free,
Breaking rules and breaking me.
In every fight, in every lie,
There was a spark I can’t deny.

You turned my darkness into light,
Even when we fought the night.

I miss the way you made bad feel good,
Like fire burning in the woods.
Every scar and every bruise,
Was a dance I didn’t want to lose.

Now silence fills the empty space,
No reckless touch, no wild embrace.
I’m haunted by the way you’d pull,
The broken pieces made me whole.

Maybe love’s a twisted game,
Where pain and pleasure feel the same.
But I’d take the hurt again,
Just to feel you near, my friend.

Flickering lights and smoky bars,
Empty streets beneath the stars.
Lost inside a twisted mood,
I miss the way you made bad feel good.