It's true when they say that love can't fix us,
But does it really matter if it does?
It still hurts worse than being hit by a bus,
And we all fall just because.
Only you can change the way you love,
Nobody can do that for you.
Sometimes you might need a little shove,
But always keep it true.
Everyone is going to fight and argue,
That's what makes it real.
Don't wait for them to give you the que,
Explain however you feel.
YOU ARE READING
Mistaken
PuisiA book of poems about the LGBT, depression, selfharm, suicide, freedom, and society.
