i can't say anymore.
i've already asked it too much.
every single time those words are questioned out of my mouth,
i tell myself how stupid i am for asking once more.
stupid.
you're stupid.
stop it.
so i forced myself to not ask those questions,
instead letting it pile into my brain.
it hurt,
but i think it hurts more asking over and over.
besides,
the answer will always be the same
right?
YOU ARE READING
my lover poets
Romancethe thoughts about love. Simplicity form yet addictive to consume your mind over. Love isn't always perfect. (I know I'm not a perfect writer in poetry, but I thought it would be fun to write out some thoughts I have, and things I've learned int...
