Wish
I wish I knew why you
love me with such sincerity
when I'm nothing like you.
I wish I knew why you adore
me so much when I can't even
learn to love like you.
I wish I knew what makes
you think I'm so special when
I'm just a let down.
I wish I knew what you
see in me when I'm not
even pleasant to look at.
I wish that I knew why
you choose to stay by my
side when I'm absolutely
nothing to be proud of.
Maybe if I know the reasons
I can love myself too.
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Underneath My Skin | Poetry
Poetrya few poetries I've scrawled underneath my skin -» all rights reserved to the author
