you told me you loved me,
perhaps a bit too much,
and i always questioned it,
you told me how much you cared,
perhaps a bit too much,
and i always questioned it,
feeling stupid for even having doubts,
driving myself fucking insane,
with thoughts that our long distance was as far away from each other we could be,
how wrong i was,
oh, so naive.
you had me thinking there was something wrong with me,
you let me believe i was crazy,
all of those nights i spent fighting off my gut,
all of those restless nights,
all for nothing but deceit,
all for nothing but pain and heartache.
how stupid of me to believe i was in denial,
i imagined you'd be the one to save me,
to stitch me up and kiss my scars,
but you were ripping the stitching out,
my skin crying,
red,
raw.
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Loss
Poetry"my ears are ringing from the words that you've said, 'let me go, let me go!', but i fucking love you so." A poetry collection, containing strong language, based on the themes of grieving and loss. The poems are influenced by mental health issues an...
