I'm used to hating my feelings.
I know I shouldn't have these ones.
I shouldn't want you to be there.
I shouldn't spend my time wishing and wanting you to see me how I see you.
I'm wrong for you, and that much I know to be true.
I wish I could tell you how I feel, but I need to save you.
I need to save you from my past and my scars.
I'm used to giving up what I want now.
I'm used to trying to save everyone else.
I'm used to messing up with everyone else, but I don't want to mess up with you.
I keep messing up, even now I am messing up.
I'm watching myself make all the mistakes I told myself I wouldn't make...
But then again, I'm used to it...
YOU ARE READING
Poetry From The Mind Of The Loving
PoetryA selection of poetry that is both older poems from when I was younger(That will be rvised slight to make more sense) and recent ones that come to me. Some will be sad while others will be happy or in between. I hope you enjoy :D
