It's not me you love is it?
Over and over,
the thoughts inside are destroying me,
piece by piece,
drop of blood by blood.
your simple words cut deep into my wrists.
because they're days when you don't feel like loving me,
So on those days,
I bleed,
I wipe water from my eyes,
So on those days,
I overthink that you don't love me,
that soon you'll leave me,
That soon,
my only source of happiness,
my lover,
will let me go.
because on those days,
you barely show an amount of love for me.
On those days,
I debate whether you are in love with me or not,
or if those three words,
are just a lie amongst your breath.
YOU ARE READING
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...
