oh how I loved you.
my love burned as hot as 1,000 suns for you.
but
you only loved me with a spark, a misinterpreted flame,
I'm a mistake in your cave,
a drawing on the wall of a lesson learned.
and I still wonder if you ever really loved me,
when I,
the closed off girl I was,
gave you everything I could.
did my once burning love return the flames?
or was it just a spark that had caught no brush to ignite?
oh what I wonder it must feel like.
to be loved with a fiery passion.
my fire has yet to die out,
it's burning as a white dwarf,
it's dying and growing smaller,
but it's burning at its brightest, even at its end.
YOU ARE READING
sweetly innocent, How You're Killing Me Inside
PoesíaI'm just a teenage girl, With a fucked up view of the world, With opinions that don't matter, and a broken heart so cold.
