Loving you became a chore.
One i would have to wake up and face.
The one thing nagging you in the back of your head.
It was no longer enjoyable.
There was no sense of accomplishment after talking to you.
Wash the dishes.
Take out the trash.
Love you.
Just another thing to check off my list.
It's not my choice to love you.
The butterflies come uninvited.
My heart flutters without my permission.
My words seem to go on out for lunch, when I talk to you.
Don't flatter yourself.
You're just a chore I can't wait to do.
YOU ARE READING
Julie's Poems
PoesiaI write too much to keep track of it. Here are some poems ranging from deeply romantic to complete nonsense.
