You may have loved me,
But I needed you to show it.
I didn't ask for the bare minimum,
I didn't ask for the world.
I just wanted you to show me love,
I wanted you to comb through my hair softly when I cried.
I wanted you to hold my hand,
To shield me from my fears.
I wanted you to understand me,
To prioritise my troubles.
You were always there,
But you were never here.
I needed your support,
Not just your presence.
YOU ARE READING
Bruised
Poetry"You poisoned me with your potion, Hexed me with your love and devotion. Now I lay in pieces, broken and brittle." Bruised is a poetry collection for the broken hearts and disappointed souls. It speaks words of wisdom, words of pain, and words of ad...
