𝒴ℴ𝓊'𝓇ℯ ℴ𝓃 𝓎ℴ𝓊𝓇 ℴ𝓌𝓃 𝓀𝒾𝒹 － 𝒶 𝒷ℴℴ𝓀 ℴ𝒻 𝓅ℴℯ𝓂𝓈

8

Why don't you love me?

This is the constant question

Lurking in my head.

You say that you love me,

But I don't believe you.

You buy me things and call it love.

You put a roof over my head

And food on the table,

And call it love,

Rather than your legal obligation.

You tell me that you love me one minute,

But call me unloveable the next.

I want you to love me

All the time,

Not just when it's convenient

For you.