to tell me you love me
is to crush me
go on, though,
if you would like to crumple my heart
and burn my mind
to love me
is a disease
how could you not see,
the worth i do not have?
how could you carelessly tend
to the fire, scorching my tongue
as you hold me so thoughtfully?
{don't tell me you love me~ february 9th 2019}
YOU ARE READING
Everything left to complain about (stopped) (go read my other poem book)
PoetryPoems and strings of words that don't qualify as poems, from all four years of high school until the summer after freshman year of college. My recent works and anything I continue to write can be found in my new poem book, "Open your hands and say s...
