I used to write about love,
but now all i think is hate
This lies you plant in your heart,
like images you just created
None of this is real
How have you not realized?
Everything you want to see,
my love you simply demonize
I'm not the person you think i am
I'm nothing that you want
What i give is more than that,
a love you can't just flaunt
You only want what i can give to you,
you use me up,
you run me through
I'm totally sick being over-looked
I'm tired of being used
YOU ARE READING
2.58 A.M Thoughts
Poetryhe said that i used to be his favorite book, but he ripping off my pages to write her a novel
