have you ever wondered
if you ever loved me right?
that all this screaming and crying
wasn't me asking for fights?
the way i wanted to be loved
is something i shouldn't have to say,
shouldn't you figure it out on your own,
rather than me answering all your questions "it's okay,"?
"i can't figure it out by myself"
and yet i lay all the words and signs,
should it still be me telling it to your face,
should all the responsibility of love still be mine?
sometimes there is observation,
and there is where i say it directly,
i mention it in passing,
hoping you're listening to me,
i was hoping you would remember,
i was hoping you'd take the signs,
that sometimes all it takes is a little bit of guessing,
and reading between the lines,
shouldn't love be about learning and figuring,
and observing your loved one,
rather than letting them asking all the time,
and getting none?
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letters after dark | poetry book 3
Poetrya collection of poems and proses of thoughts that fill up the void after dark. #1 in proses #7 poetry #56 in poem #5 poetrycollection book 3 of the poetic flowers series. other books : • a hurricane of blues • confessions i will never say and other...
