I wish our relationship wasn't based on how you were feeling.
On your good days, you'd come to me smiling,
Your words soft and reassuring,
Your laugh light and free,
Your embrace warm and comforting.
But on your bad days, you were distant.
Your heart was left guarded, and your face behind a mask,
You left me in the cold, alone in the dark.
I was left carrying your burdens along with my own,
This unpredictable "love", I was left gambling which side of you I'd meet next,
Praying for the warmth, but bracing myself for the silence,
I grew tired of waiting to see if you'd choose me,
I was left guessing whether you'd love me.
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Diary of a Teenage Girl
Poetryrandom things that I wrote in my diary at 3 am under my blanket with a flashlight when I was a teenager. poetry, vents, and just thoughts. --- yes this is real :D
