It's tough to say that you've lost somebody,
Worse to know that you love them.
It's hard to believe that they told you they love you,
Worse to know they didn't mean it.
For every kiss
Every touch,
They didn't mean it.
And every tear you cried because of them,
It wasn't worth it.
You've wasted your life on this fairytale,
That when come reality
Is
Gone.
Its terrible when you think,
"Is it worth being here"
Because if you weren't here you wouldn't see,
That person behind you,
Loving your impurities,
Loving the real you,
Loving you bare skinned.
YOU ARE READING
Bare Skinned
PoetryI write poetry when I put myself in someone else's shoes and some crap went down so this is something about how another person may feel toward me and I hope they find this here. :) enjoy!
