Why does it hurt to love,
Why does it hurt?
I wanted answers, but you
Asked me questions.
I know I can never replace
Your sunflower, your lover.
But at least push me away,
So I have a reason to leave.
Tell me to leave, please,
I can go away myself.
It hurts more to watch
Her hand in yours.
Yet, I laugh with you, and I
Keep bringing myself closer
As if asking you to hurt me,
To break me even more,
To the point where I
Can no longer feel
The poison you pour on me,
The darts you throw at me,
The pain you inflicted on me,
Until my heart's numb.
I keep holding onto fake hope
That doesn't even exist,
Pretending that you were mine
At one point of time,
Daydreaming about how you
Embrace me in warmth,
Giving me joy and assurance,
Loving me your whole life.
But I am just a sick masochist,
A freak who enjoys pain,
Or so it seems, seeing that I
Keep believing that finally
You'll notice me someday,
And you'll love me.
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Hearts of Roses
ПоэзияA series of poems about romance life and its ups and downs. Mostly downs, but that's what reality is. Too many ups will give you painful downs. More downs and less ups makes balance. Or maybe I'm just seeing it wrong. Oh, and a wee bit of creepines...
