i hate that you and i
get to exist
at the same time
in the same space
and i can't even love you.
that i am forced to hold it all in.
regardless of it all—
how bad we are for each other
how much you hurt me
and how much i tire you
—it still makes me ache.
i still crave your presence
still miss your warmth
but most of all
i still love you
even if you don't love me
i still love you.
just as i always have.
the only real difference now
is that i can't tell you
but i do.
oh god i do.
—there's a part of me
that will always belong to you
YOU ARE READING
thorns and other maladies
Poetryanother collection of poems. *TW: mentions of sexual assault, drug use, self harm and other sensitive topics*
