Sometimes I hate it.
I hate everything.
I hate how I care about you so much,
I care about whether or not you're happy,
or sad.
I hate how I worry about you,
and whether or not you're feeling alone.
I hate how I wish you were here every second of everyday.
All just because you don't care about the same with me.
How could I care so much about someone who doesn't care about me?
Well,
that's love I guess.
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Concrete Marshmallows | Watty's 2016
PoetryA collection of poems mainly about love and loss. Some personal experiences, others are from different people's perspectives. It's fairly self explanatory. Every poem speaks for themselves and tells it's own story. Enjoy!
