"i don't even love myself"
that's the thing baby
neither of us know anything about self love
all we knew is that i love you
and you loved me
and for awhile
i guess that worked.
not everything is meant to last though
our love turned in on itself
we were never meant to be,
were we?
because now i've got a head full of doubts
you were always so sure
what happened
why now do you question our love
your love
you love me
or you did
but i guess when you lost yourself
you forgot how to love yourself
you just forgot how to love
entirely.
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realities of a broken soul | poetry
PuisiA collection of my private, most cherished poems. authors note: certain poems talk in relation to self harm or depression, including mentions of suicide. such poems are marked with an "(x)" in the chapter title.
