I sit here thinking of all the things you say. Saying you love me, wanting a life with me and a future.
But yet you are already called for. Attached to someone else.
That you've already shared everything with, that she is your life and your future.
That I am just a void. Filling the physical hole that you are missing.
Do you really love me? Or do you say that because I crave it.
Do you really want kids with me? Or do you know that's what I want.
Do I actually mean something or am I just a place holder? I need to know.
And why, through all of this, I still love and crave you?
Wanting to be your future and life. Wanting you to want me as much as I want you.
That even after all of the pain and damage that you and others have put me through, I would still choose you.
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My Heartbroken Poems
PoetryThese are poems/short stories that I've created that has aspects of my life. Most are depressing and heartbroken.
