It's not you...
It's what you meant
You being there, you liking me
It meant that someone would love me
You left
I wanted you to leave
I still do
But yet
I want love
I don't have love
Not like that
No one loves me like that
And I don't blame them
It's a superficial world
Looking at myself
No one would love me like that
Maybe if none of us had faces
Would it mean something else?
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Afternoon Philosophies || Poetry
ПоэзияThis is just random poetry I come up with on the spot. It is depressing more than anything else but it is just how I feel at the time.
