you love me because you think i'm beautiful
you love the way i kill myself to see other people smile
you love how i can stand tall after being beaten down
you love to see the complacency in my own happiness
you love the dark circles under my eyes
& the more you speak of why you love me
the more i realize you never did
YOU ARE READING
The Art of Living
Poetryjust thoughts and poems and stuff that get progressively more depressing lol. needed a space to release all this instead of holding it in
