I thought he wanted me
For me
Not for my womanly parts
Not for my looks
Not just for one night
But he did
He didn't want me for me
He didn't want to hear my thoughts
Desires or dreams
Or anything about my personality and how much I loved him
Maybe it was his libido; it may be hard to control
But as I sit here crying my life away, I realize that is not true
He will never love me
and no one will
Not now, not ever
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Typically Typical
PoetryIt was suffocating me. My thoughts, my head, everyone. About a girl who seems typical on the outside but a mess on the inside....
