I hate you, I love you.
I hate that I love you.
I need you. I want you.
I hate that I need you.
I hate that I want you.
I hate that I want you to want me too .
I don't want to but
I can't love anyone but you.
Bittersweet memories race through my mind bittersweet memories of you, and I guess sometimes I hope you're thinking of me too. I wish in vain for I know this can never be true.
You're mind filled with thoughts of her and you, mine filled with thoughts of me and you.
YOU ARE READING
Opening
PoetryI stare at the blank page I'm not sure what to write.... A small collection of poems exhibiting my inner most secrets; what's hiding in my soul. An opening... Author: They're not that good but it's just an opening into my innermost thoughts. It def...
