I'm sorry.
I'm so sorry.
I should be easier to love.
I'm sorry,
I overthink,
I overthink whether you love me or not.
I genuinely don't know if you do,
but it's not because you fail to show it,
it's because I overthink.
I'm sorry,
I have depression,
it comes and goes in waves,
over and over again,
I tell myself over and over,
how I'm not enough for you,
my emotions turn around,
the energy fades away,
it forces me to show my love for you less.
these two are dangerous things to have,
controlling your thoughts,
together,
is a dangerous thing.
so,
I'm sorry.
I'm so sorry,
I can't prove what's real and what's fake around us,
I overthink every little thing,
I can't help but think you don't love me,
I can't help but wonder if you're leaving me,
I can't help but own a lie amongst your promises.
I'm sorry.
I'm so fucking sorry I'm hard to love.
I'm so fucking sorry I'm not enough in so many fucking ways,
for you to ever love.
I'm so fucking sorry.
But,
I can promise you,
that I do love you.
god,
do I fucking love you.
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my lover poets
Romancethe thoughts about love. Simplicity form yet addictive to consume your mind over. Love isn't always perfect. (I know I'm not a perfect writer in poetry, but I thought it would be fun to write out some thoughts I have, and things I've learned int...
