It hurts
I know you don't mean to hurt me
But you do when you give me dry answers
When you cancel plans last minute with an excuse every time
When you spend hours playing your games and don't text me back
When given the chance to hang out we don't
You don't tell me if somethings bothering you
And I know these things shouldn't hurt me but they do
They hurt worse than a broken arm or leg
I would take a broken bone if it meant I had your attention
I could spam text you and not get an answer until hours later
Do you know it hurts me
Do I tell you these small things hurt me
Do I tell you it makes me cry
I cry thinking you don't love me anymore
Do you?
Do you know it hurts me?
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Things I Wouldn't Say Out Loud
Poésiemy thoughts that bother me in forms of poems, their kind of all kinds of emotions.
