fake love
you took me for granted; and i let you.
you touched my body no matter the hurt it brought me; you expected fireworks.
i felt nothing.
a kiss and i felt the lips of someone else; those lips have been touched, but it wasn't by me.
my heart crying out for some healing; angry at an inescapable feeling we call, fake love.
YOU ARE READING
I Don't Miss You: Volume One
Poetrya bunch of thoughts my heart has spilled for your eyes to read. *soon to be officially published*
