I try so hard to make you happy. I do everything you ask me to, I do even more than that. What else do you want from me?
Maybe I can't give you what you really need, maybe I can't love you like you want to be. Maybe I'll never be enough for you, maybe I'll never be able to satisfy the hole in your heart.
I feel like you're looking for the wrong thing in the wrong people. People aren't going to give you what you want so desperately, that's why you keep getting disappointed.
I just wish you'd figure yourself out soon.
YOU ARE READING
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Poetry❝ my heart runs wild with words that shouldn't escape my lips ❞ [[my process of healing//started feb. 13th, 2016]]
