Maybe I'm just insecure,
Or maybe I just never learn.
Yes, when you break my heart,
I still won't part
From your "loving" arms.
You don't need me,
And you certainly don't love me,
Why can't I see?
I guess I know when we are apart,
But, I see you and my heart
Takes over my mind.
I can never leave you,
I'm stuck to you like glue.
What's wrong with me?
Hear my pleas,
Ignore them, like you always do,
And pretend that you
Actually love me.
Don't worry, I'll always come back,
Even though my bags will be packed.
YOU ARE READING
CCCLXV - Poetry (Part 2)
PoezjaPart 2 of my 365--this year: 366--challenge. A poem a day for a year.