He told me no one loves him,
said it right to my face.
I don't know how
to tell him
that "I love you"
are the exact words
that have been forming
in the back of my throat
for an entire year in the making.
Because he told me no one loves him,
and he didn't seem to mind.
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Maybe Mondegreen
Poetry"Her night was wasted away on people who live in the day" Free verse, word spill. Poems from a teenage girl about heartbreak, love, sadness, and hope. [[COMPLETED]]
