I think you don't love me,
I think you told yourself that without me healing doesn't exist,
You've never felt as good as you did when I introduced you to self love,
So now I'm tied with that journey,
Without me you cannot embark on it,
You don't love me,
You love the feeling of loving yourself,
And you're scared that if I leave I'll take the feeling with me,
Like I'm a thief,
I want you to love yourself,
I want you to be okay and happy and at peace,
So I need to leave you,
You have to do this on your own,
Without me.
YOU ARE READING
17th Street.
ПоэзияThese are short poems I wrote throughout my 17th street of life and it was the only way I deemed fit for me to heal and ascend out of all the love and heartbreak and loss I've had to deal with. I wrote them in hopes that one day I'd get to look back...
