I bare you like I would bare a basket of fruit.
I carry your weight on my back.
My eyes layered with soaked tears close to erupting.
I carry you and wonder if you're worth it.
I carry you and take care of you. Love you.
You don't manipulate, I don't think.
But I throw everything to please you.
I consensually change for you.
I rarely think of myself; I barely knew I exist.
But you make me realize myself.
Made me realize I breathe.
Is this really the man I'm carrying?
Is this really the man I decided for?
I don't know anymore.
It's not fair to be treated like this.
I care for you and do everything but you never show it back.
Nobody ever shows it back.
'Cause I don't think.
I don't exist.
Am I really gonna marry you?
Are you really going to be happy?
Or am I gonna do everything?
You said you're okay with being with me
As long as I'm with you, you said.
But is that because I'm gonna do everything?
I'm not the self-sacrificing type, don't do this to me.
If this doesn't work I'm shutting my heart out.
Closing everything.
I'll be fine.
'Cause I don't exist.
And I don't think.
YOU ARE READING
Daniel, a poem collection.
PoesíaPoem collection by Marlon. I like to dedicate this book of poems to my lover, Daniel. Without him these poems or this idea couldn't be made without him. He is my light, my sun, my moon, my everything, my world. I like to thank him for helping me mak...
