You don't know me, you've barely scrapped the surface of what I am. You have no idea of who I truly am. You just see what you want to see.
You don't know about my aching hear, or my bruised soul. You don't know about the torture and fear I've lived through. You don't know about my scars, about my stories, about how I survived. You don't know that I'm not perfect, you don't know me.
You don't love me, you just love the idea of me.
You think you love the girl that doesn't cry herself to sleep, or stares into the mirror until she is sure she hates everything she sees. You think you love the girl that smiles. You think you love her, and that it means you love me.
But she's not real and you don't know me. You never loved me.
YOU ARE READING
L.T.
PoetryIf there was a price in emotion, this book would cost it all... Our tears were melodies that made our feelings a symphony. My life flashed before my eyes. And I got to fall in love with you all over again. I'm fine. But that's a lie.
