Have you ever been half loved?
Ya know only getting sex
No compassion
No phone calls
No dates
Only WYA? Or are you up?
Not what's on your mind?
Not how are you feeling?
Not do you need anything?
Just a bunch of half ass questions when the real question you wanna ask is
Can I fuck?
No love in sight not even an ounce of admiration.
Just a selfish soul looking for a way to fulfill their own needs.
So they pretend.
Pretend to admire
Pretend to adore
Pretend to court you if they will
The leave you feeling giddy and hopeful
Just to rip it all away and leave you with the emptiness of what the love was suppose to fill
So you walk around
Half loved.~𝒥𝒞ℳ~
YOU ARE READING
My feelings on a everyday basis
PoesíaA book of poems I've been writing. Publishing coming soon