I was a naive, insecure little girl. So I let you use me. I knew what you were doing. I suppose a part of me lied to myself, tried to believe you actually loved me. Wanted me around. Cared. Maybe I started to believe those lies? So you ended up with the chance to break me, hurt me and I'd still stay. But why would you stay? Why stay when you could have the real thing and not a fake rendition of it? It's okay though, really it is. I'll move on, or at least think I have. Then when you need or want me again I'll be here. I won't want to be, but I'm weak. Not even because I love you or want or need you around. No. Not any of those reasons. No, I keep you around because I'll want someone to love me. Be there, even if it won't be for long. I crave for that attention. I'll take any I can get. Even if it's from you.
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Tales of a sunflower
PuisiPoetry that dives into happiness, self discovery, self loathing, anger, sadness and everything in between. Cover photo not mine.
