I DON'T UNDERSTAND
You tell me you love me
when I know that you don't
What's the point of lying
when I am already hurt
What's the point of breaking me
when I am already in pieces
What's the point of taking everything from me
when I have nothing to lose
I don't understand why you are doing this
YOU ARE READING
Dear World
PoetryThis is just a collection of random poems that came to mind. The title is kinda weird. I didn't know what to call the story so I came up with something random. "Poetry is language at its most distilled and most powerful." -Rita Dove
