"I don't think I tell you enough, but I love you"
You know, I can't help but agree,
With the few words you said to me,
The last time you came around.
You never tell me anymore.
That was the first time you'd said it to me in months.
And you know,
I just can't help but agree.
You don't tell me you love me,
And I've stopped telling you so much,
Because I'm positive it annoys you.
You're my best friend.
And I love you more than anyone I've ever met.
And I don't want you to
Forget.
That's why I told you that all the time.
That's why I said those words so often.
Because I truly love you.
More than anything.
And you just... Don't.
You don't tell me that you love me enough.
I need constant reassurance.
And I can't help but to always think that,
You don't.
And god, it fucking hurts.
Sometimes,
All I want is for you to tell me.
Out of the blue,
Just tell me.
Tell me you love me,
Just to reassure me.
Don't tell me you love me,
Just so I will have sex with you.
Because I will love you either way,
And that's why I think it hurts so much.
Because I love you endlessly.
No restraints,
No boundaries,
No hesitations.
And you only tell me you love me,
When it's convenient for you.
I love you more than words can express.
After all,
You are my best friend.
And after months,
You finally told me you love me again,
And being honest,
I had to hold back tears.
Because I knew,
As soon as the words left your mouth,
They were true.
You don't tell me enough.
But when you do tell me,
Or.. when you did tell me,
I felt on top of the world.
Like nothing could bring me down.
But now when you tell me,
All I have is doubts.
Because I know,
I know I love you.
But I just don't know,
If you really do love me.
And god, the thought,
The thought of you,
Really loving me,
Hits me right in the heart.
Because at one point you did,
And now..
You're leaving me behind.
You know you don't tell me enough,
And I've had the thought,
Maybe,
You only said it,
Because you're not coming back this time...
7/2/16
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...
