My heart used to skip beats when you would text me and say you needed me more than anyone else. My brain would think of you, and only you, when I laid in bed at night. I hate that I can drop anything to help you, only because I'm in love with you. You don't understand how many sleepless nights I had waiting for you to reply.
How many times I wanted to kill myself at the thought that you don't feel the same way about me as I do you. I can sit here and think all the ways I love you, and remember you don't love me back that way. I put you first over myself, and I'm slowly deteriorating over it. I want you to be happy even if it means that I'm in tears. I will always love you a little more than you'll love me. I guess I just have to start getting used to it.
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To Feel
PoetryJust a girl putting her feelings into words. From poems to unsent letters, I pour my soul into each piece. Many of the pieces are about the dark parts of my mind, and wanting types of love that I'll never be able to have.
