Though you put me through agonizing and
unforgivable- exertion.
I willingly allowed
your burdens to become not just yours,
but mine.
The truths you thought you told,
they were just another facade of yours.
Projecting your insecurities and turning them,
into mine.
Just because you couldn't handle the burden yourself.
I told you I'd be there for you,
not that I'd tear my skin into band-aids;
to cover your wounds and create more of my own.
I struggled to carry your burdens as well as my own,
using this fragment back of mine.
How do you love someone who gives you the weight of the world,
instead of the weight of their heart?
- I think I care too much.
YOU ARE READING
I wish that I didn't write these poems.
PoésieVarious collective of unwanted poems I have written; for people who are fond of the subjects of heartache and who are disorientated through the navigation of this world. Let me share this with you. My emotions are inconsistent and messy, please in...
