we fell in love at thirteen
i cared for no one else.
and yet
twenty one years of living,
eight years of caring for you endlessly,
you tell me that
i don't make your heart burst with joy.
i don't make your tummy tumble.
i don't make your eyes light up.
no,
not anymore.but i still love you.
i still see no one else but you.
i still want to hold you forever.
i want to do everything for you -
take the hardships out of life and
give you all the joys instead.but here i am;
acting strong.
trying to convince you
that i'm fine.
that i'm okay.
because all i want is,
for you to be happy.and if being with me doesn't do it:
move on, my love. move on.i'd be happy crying myself to sleep every night
just
for
youand
only
for
you.
YOU ARE READING
vanilla scented daggers from you, my love // poetry collection
Poetryin which i, an amateur "poet", try to pretend i can write