I was so sure you loved me
I was so sure your words were kind
I was so sure your actions were rare
And sure they were sweetI knew I loved you
And I was sure you reciprocated itI ignored the signs
And passed them off as love
But you don't love me
You never didYour words never kind
And your actions never rare
Nor sweet
But still I love youI accused you of never doing the bare minimum
But I know now you never really wanted me
I thought you were in love
I saw nothing as everythingBut I see everything now
All I had was erotomania.
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erotomania
Poetrya poem about erotomania and just how much it crushes your soul and will to love again.Erotomania is more than just romantic obsession. It's actually a psychiatric condition that involves delusions of love or infatuation. People with erotomania often...