You don't know that I love you.
I've tried to tell you,
I have told you,
but you never seem to listen.
I know why you don't.
You think you don't deserve it.
You think that you're not good enough.
You tell that to me,
but you still say you'd never lie to me?
You do deserve it,
you are good enough,
and I love you.
I'll say it as many times as you want me to,
as many times as you need me to,
as many ways as I have to
until you believe that you are worth it,
that you deserve it,
that I love you.
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The New Sappho
ŞiirI like people, people I barely know partially dreamed into being (-but dreams are the best sort of reality). I'm a girl and I like girls, boys, and people in general and I write poems about it and them. There's really not much more to it. All poem...
