It wasn't love.
No it was more of a need.
You never truly did love me.
No, not my words or my thoughts.
You loved my hands and my lips on yours.
Oh, what a silly girl I was.
I thought that we were in love.
But no because it doesn't exist.
It was all simply just a game.
Yet, we were fooled thinking it was bliss.
You didn't love me.
Not my words or my thoughts.
But you did love how my skin would burn on yours.
You loved how you could do anything to me.
You loved all the things I could do to you.
You loved the way that I could make you feel.
You loved the feelings that I gave to you.
You simply loved the things I did to you and what I would let you do.
It wasn't love.
No not at all.
That thing called love does not exist.
We were high on lust.
We got caught in the game.
We burned each other out.
It wasn't love.
No not at all.
It doesn't exist.
Not love, nor bliss.
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Remedies of a Broken Soul
PoetryStep into my world. These are my thoughts. You can now see life from my point of view. Try not to get too lost. It can be a bit scary inside. Welcome to the inside of my mind... ________________________________________ A book of random thoughts and...
