it's super fucked up,
the fact that
i gotta give myself up
to see your point of view.
why can't we ever just
face the truth.
because honestly,
how could i
lie through gritted teeth,
especially to you.
how could i
sit somewhere and tell someone that
i love them to the moon?
when i never seen the stars.
once i accept you're not serious,
i'll say that i never cared
just so my ego isn't damaged.
but if you ask me if i ever loved you
and i've denied loving you,
then i'd be lying from the start,
it's breaking in my heart.
stop that.
i don't like what you're doing to yourself.
you're always looking passed the fact
with your sad eyes,
you only ever see grey skies.
i'm trying to get to you,
but you're so guarded that
the walls you built around you
are made of steel.
just remember that i'm always
somewhere out here.
-i want u back
YOU ARE READING
kiss my cuts ❥ poetry
Poesiededicated to the one that sits in the dark as a getaway.
