You look at me,
your eyes full of love,
hope and promise,
And I hate it.
I hate how you love me.
How you stay with me,
laugh with me, trust me, confide in me.
How with every breath I take
I know I can't be the person you deserve,
the person you need.
The pain cuts me deep inside.
I have no right to be with you,
to look at you,
and yet looking away hurts me more.
I want to admire you,
you deserve it,
but I don't,
because I don't deserve you,
I never did.
I hope one day you don't realise that too.
YOU ARE READING
Thoughts from my brain
PoetryIt's poetic, in a way. This is a mixture of poems and short passages. I'm writing these for myself, I guess, as a way to collect my thought, but I hope you enjoy the little pieces of me you read.
