You don't love me the way that I love you
You text "love you"
I write back "love you more"
No reply
I didn't know that would make my heart so sore
My heart craves to be loved fiercely
The type that touches every part of your mind
Your soul
It seeps into every crevice
You could feel it in your bones
It would be a plate of armor
A type of love that you never have to question
One that is so loud and so sweet that is is heard from galaxies away
But tonight I am not your "love"
I am a "bitch"
As you exclaimed
I wanted to cry
Instead all I could manage was a sigh
What am I to you if everything you have ever said is no longer true
All of those times you said I was pretty
Why is it now that things are unsteady
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How It Was VS How It's Going
PoetryThese are semi short poems that helped me think about what I was feeling within relationships and myself. I hope these help others or inspire them to not bottle up everything, it will eventually eat you alive. I have plans on publishing them but th...
