Haven't I given enough?
You know you made me hate me ?
I hate the way I look
Because you always used to look at me
Like I was the prettiest girl you'd
Ever seen in your life
Haven't I given enough?
I hate my body
Because you used to run your hands down it
And touched me like I meant
Absolutely everything to you
Haven't I given enough?
Now I hate my face
And the girl looking back at me
When I look in the mirror
Because you always used to tell me
That I was gorgeous
Haven't I given enough?
I hate my legs
Because you'd squeeze them
And tell me how pretty I was
Haven't I given enough?
And my sides I hate them worse
Because you'd say, I love you
I love the way you look
I love your body
Even the parts you hate
Haven't I fucking given enough?
You know how much I hate my scars?
Because you'd kiss them
And tell me I was more than the sum
Of the scars on my body
Haven't I fucking given you enough?
How do you go from
Thinking I'm the prettiest girl you'd ever met
To thinking every girl is prettier than me?
What did I do to change your mind that fast
Why do you just break me and then
Believe I'll let you do it again
Maybe I let you too many times
But never again
I hate myself
Because you loved me
And if that isn't poetic injustice then what is
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Things to know
Poesiathis is a poetry book filled with poems that describe how I feel about myself, and some of them describe my relationships with some people, and the last few were just inspiration that hit and they came out on the paper
