I wish you'd understand my meaning
of I Love You.
Because you say it,
every time we're together.
But you don't know what you're saying.
Your love is not mine.
Your love is passion that leaves bruises
and anger that leaves marks.
Your love is taking and taking
and expecting me to take too.
But darling that's not what I mean
when I say I Love You,
and it kills me to hear you whisper those words
when you are talking about something
I don't want anything to do with.
YOU ARE READING
Let Me Show You The Night
PoetryLet me show you the way the night shines in your eyes. Highest rankings- #34 as of 7/27/17 #39 as of 7/17/17 #54 as of 7/10/17 #56 as of 7/7/17 #63 as of 7/6/17 #67 as of 7/1/17 #89 as of 6/30/17 #98 as of 6/29/17 <<cover by @2bulletsandadream...
