Look at me,
staying around.
Like a little puppy marking time,
awaiting its owner to return home.
When I know it's not good for me,
unhealthy,
toxic,
self-deprecating.
But I still choose to stay,
even with my own free-will.
Because I truly care for you so damn much.
I understand it's not reciprocated,
but I can't help the way I love.
I shouldn't punish myself for that,
if anything I'm happy I have too much love to give.
Because at least I have some,
unlike you.
- K
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My mind, my heart, and my soul.
PoetryA series of poems written to express the things life likes to throw our way. Based on my current feelings, struggles and life goals. My pain, hurt, suffering, heartbreak, love, happiness and everything under the sun. I hope you can find some connect...
