Tell me you hate me, curse my name. Tell me I sicken you and that I've driven you insane. Speak it out how I've sabotaged every day and night, and star in the fucking sky. Yell at me about the ways I've hurt and spit all over your namesake. I'm vile, frail, and quite possibly ill. Please tell me all the ways I've driven you absolutely insane cause maybe then it would make sense why you hurt me like that. Sabotage my love for the sake of calling you back.. I'm healing now and I tell myself how much I love me. I speak it outwardly, I tell myself daily how lucky I am to see the day,night, and freaking sky! I yell loudly about all the ways I've loved. I'm sweet, sensitive and doing well. Please remember all the ways you look at me are based on your own perspective! Maybe now it makes sense why you never loved me.
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You,Me, & The Bee
PoetryThis is a collection of poems, this book is relatively about Love in all forms! I think commonly when we refer to love we get a depiction of romance but as you the reader and soon to become Hopeless romantic love is so much more than just Romance.