i hate when a romantic interest tells me they love me. dont get me wrong, its sweet, but in my mind its untrue. i feel as if they love the idea of me, the image they created of me. they love the idea of having someone broken to fix, but that fix wont last forever. it will be forever temporary. they love the idea of having someone to hold, to touch. but what about me? do they actually love me? its hard to believe.
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The Poems Of A Lost Soul
Poetrythese are poems containing what I couldn't tell those I rely on. confiding in writing, the only thing that hasn't left after all these years.
