He doesn't love me
I know it
Sure, I am
Sad
Angry
But I'm also
A little
Happy maybe?
I said
I loved him but
If you looked
In my heart
Maybe I only loved
The rush
The feeling
But it doesn't
Matter
He doesn't love
Me
He may love
Our kisses
He may love
My beauty
But he doesn't
Love
Me
I'm jus this
Puppet
A play thing he
Used
To have a
Little fun
But he doesn't
Love me
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Whispers Of Our Soul
PoetryWords are the lifeline that connect my heart to the world. This is a collection of my 2am confessions and my 12pm ideas. Told from the viewpoint of my struggling mind, my broken heart, my wild soul, and my screaming mouth. "Distruggi quello che ti d...
