kiss my cuts ❥ poetry

wounded.

i'm sorry that pain
was the only form of love i was ever shown as a child
so i thought you loved me.
because you constantly hurt me.

i'm now sat on a train,
trying to blink my tears away.
the song loudly blasting through my earbuds,
and the question that lingers in my mind,
longing for an answer
breaks its way through my minds barriers
i wonder
why won't you love me?

i've met the creator
of heartbreak.

you knew i was broken.
yet you still forced your way through my borders
you said you would fix my broken pieces
and i knew you would get cut along the way

you made me so afraid to love.

-all about you