To him,
To him the one,
The one who thinks he loves me,
The one who will adore me,
The one who will admire me,
Praise me, protect me,
Love me.
Until,
Until the day,
The day he gets bored of me,
The day he gets annoyed with me,
The day he gets frustrated with me,
Tired of me, confused by me,
Stops loving me.
Because,
Because I am too much,
Too much to handle,
Too confusing to understand,
Too exhausting to be patient with,
Too trying, too testing,
Too much to love.
But still,
But still not enough to love.
Because I am incomplete,
I am broken,
I am shattered,
Torn, burnt,
Unloved.
And I don't know how to be loved.
//p.s.
