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When did it happen
When did you stop loving me
When did I become not enough
What made you hate me so much
What makes you cringe away when you look at me
What did I do wrong
Was I not pretty enough
Was I too fat
Were my stretch marks 'too much' for you
Just help me understand what I did because I don't know
I think about all our memories together
The way I would look at you when you told me your stupid jokes
God they were so stupid but I smiled anyway
Because I didn't need anything to be funny in order to smile
All I needed was you
YOU ARE READING
Captivated Literature
Poesía" And like all lovers and sad people, I am a poet." - K.Y.D Just some of my thoughts on a virtual paper. Not necessarily poetry, I just like the quote.
