If the sky is the limit, why did you make me feel like dirt?
If I was your one and only, why did you make me feel like nothing?
If you love me, why does it seem like you hate me?
If I love you, why do you push away?
If you truly care, why does it feel like you don't?
If you miss me, why do you skip our plans?
If you need me, why does it feel like I'm not wanted?
If you hate me, why can't you just say it?
If you want to leave, why do you stay?
If you want to stay, why do you leave?
If your actions are wrong, why are your words right?
If you're hurting me, why do you do it so painfully?
If you need me, why aren't you there?
If you want me, why aren't you here?
If your excuse was valid, why does it feel like a lie?
If you're telling the truth, why don't I believe you?
If this is wrong, why does it feel right?
If you love me, why would you hurt me?
If you love me, why can't you let me go?
But
If
I
Loved
You,
I
Wouldn't
Have
Hurt
You
The
Way
I
Did.
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The Days With No Sun
PoetrySometimes we fear truth over reality. But things get dark and heavy and we play the blame game. We end up hurting others or ourselves even. We don't think before we act or we don't say before we do. This is the evolution of my madness. A cluster of...
