But is it their love language?
That incessant roasting you call sweetness
Sincerity long dead
Buried beneath the sarcasm
Do they feel loved when you speak it?
Those antagonizing words
You call jokes
Making them guiltily thirst for a second alone
And when someone tells you to stop
Do you realize they mean
Please love me in a way I can understand
Hmmm?
Inspired by my own Pinterest comment, as one does.
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Bad Poetry
PoesiaI force myself to write bad poetry and do nothing to change it. No perfectionism, no expectations.
