you call me beautiful names trying to build my faith in me,
you keep assuring me that im pretty enough to be loved by someone,
but darling i'm already in love with myself,
and maybe the only person needing assurance is you,
i know my worth now and maybe that's what you were afraid of,
for you wanted someone to need you,
and not simply want you,
but what you should have realized is that wanting someone is much more beautiful
than needing someone,
you were ready to take when all you expected from me was to pour,
too bad you lost your chance, i don't want you anymore.
YOU ARE READING
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Poetry[BOOK 1] 𓍼 the " poetry etched on skin " series ❝ reflection of the stars glisten in her eyes as she looks up at the moon residing amongst the clouds ; broken hearts do still love. ❞ crumpled scribbled papers, bloodshot eyes, wine and wet tissues...
