You say you have always loved me
From the moment you saw me
You just knew
But, you say these things to my chest
Not my face
You pull me in for hug
Yet you feel me instead of squeezing me
I love you
You tell me when I bend over in front of you
I don't think you love me at all.
I don't think you even know me
I got you flowers in your favorite color
Those flowers were purple.
My favorite color is green.
YOU ARE READING
silent screams
Poetrythe screams of the soul from someone who has suffered loss, pain, and heartbreak. everything we all want to say but never can. for all my wordsmiths, this one is for you. #1 in rhyme #5 in poetry #1 in poetry collection #2 poeticjustice
