You know, sometimes I just can not understand what I did wrong.
                              I did everything for you. 
I was so sure of you. 
                              So what did I do to make you not sure of me anymore? 
                              I loved you,
I cared for you,
I always put your needs first.
                              Oh god, I was so crazy about you. 
                              I did my best to be everything you ever wanted. 
Or ever could want. 
                              I was just so in love with you,
I couldn't understand what I could have done 
that would make you not love me anymore.
                              God, all I wanted was for you to love me. 
                              And it's days like today,
That the feelings of unrequited love
Are hitting me right 
In the middle of the chest.
                              I can't fucking breathe on days like today. 
                              I don't want to breathe anymore knowing you don't love me like you used to. 
                              And that fucking sucks, okay?
                              I still do everything I can to make sure you're okay. 
                              I still hold you in the highest regards. 
                              But sometimes, just sometimes,
All I fucking need is just for you to tell me you love me. 
                              You tell me that I mean a lot to you,
Well you would mean a lot to me too if I came to your house once a week,
For a bit of fun,
When I have no one else
That would be okay with that.
                              Not saying that you don't mean a lot to me. 
You mean more to me than anyone else I've ever encountered. 
                              But sometimes, I would rather you put me before your ego. 
                              Though I don't expect it, it would be nice, you know?
                              6/25/16
                                      
                                          
                                   
                                              YOU ARE READING
From My Mind To Your Pages
PoetryI have to get the words out of my head sometimes. This is a completed work of 9 years worth of writing about the boy I was in love with. 9 years of expressing my emotions in written form. 9 years of him reading every word and treating me like shit a...
 
                                               
                                                  