you ask me why I talk to guys that are no good for me
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you ask me why I can't settle down for the good boy, who is worthy of meyou ask me why I can just throw myself at guys that are clearly using mehow can I let myself be treated like an object when I have a boy that calls me beautiful instead of the nasty slurs my guy of the week comes up withwhich to me sound completely illogichave you ever once thought about me feelings on the topic?noyou ask me why I put down myself but in reality I'm not worth muchlet alone being loved by another personyou continuously ask me why I go back the the guys who use me and tell me I'm not worth much more than what they offerbecause I'm not I'm worth much less than the wordsthe insecurities get in the way of the words I love you.three wordsthree syllablesas a child I thought that love was beautifulas I got older I realized that's how people thane advantage of you.so yesi will continue to go for the guys that I know will never feel the sameI will continue to let them hurt me why?because there's this beauty in self destruction I have no recollection of what seems to be the problem.
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Author's Note: WOW thank you so much for 65 reads and 53 votes! It may not seem like much to any of you, but it means the entire world to me. I posted this for myself expecting my only reader to me M, the friend I dedicated the book to. I hope you're enjoying this so far, thank you again. Love Always, s.j.s.
p.s. i will be updating this poem, i'm not sure how i feel about it, i wrote it last year(:
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...and he told me broken hearts united under the stars
Poetryshe appeared to be stone cold, but it was only a shell to cover the storm inside her
