why can't you love me the way i love you?
it seems like every time we talk there's always a new fling.
a new boy.
i repeatedly feign a smile,
in fear of conveying hatred towards the little boys
with big egos.
they don't deserve you.
they don't see you the way i do.
the way your hair shines in the sun,
or the way your eyes sparkle at night.
i spend hours staring at the ceiling,
convincing myself it's merely platonic.
but who am i kidding?
i want to be yours.
- S.M.
"i want to be yours"
YOU ARE READING
i feel more than other people
Poetrythis poetry collection embraces mental illness, trauma, passion, anger, and family relations through vast seas of words. my hope is to inspire others by turning raw heartache into relatable moments. warning: this book contains potentially sensitive...
