If there's ever a shot in hell we'll get back together let it happen on its own.
Let it be at a NYC New Years countdown like in, "Harry Met Sally", and maybe then I'll accept your offer. Maybe then you'll tell me that you miss me and not because your lonely or because you realized I was probably the best thing that ever happened in all your 20 years of existence.
Tell me that you love me with feeling with meaning. Show me that you miss me with a hug or a kiss and not a late night phone call.
Prove to me for once and for all that maybe you are that person for me.
I'm done with phones, messages, and calls.
If you care prove it to me.
That's all I ever wanted from you and that's all I ever asked.
Don't make me feel crazy because you don't understand your mind.
Just love me and I swear to god I'll love you again. I'll love you better.
I'll love you stronger than I did before.
It's stupid but not a day goes by where I feel absolutely guilty about living my life without you.
Just tell me you love me and I swear I'll make it worth it.
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Love hurts
PoetryNumerous poems about what love can do and how it hurts just as much. From ages 14-23
