I have not been able to sleep well since you told me you loved me
The words still ring clear in my head
I'm begging you please
Do not love me until you've seen me at 2am, a sobbing mess on the floor
or until you've seen the scars on my wrist
or the dark bags underneath my eyes on the days I haven't slept for weeks
or until I am on my knees , wheezing from a panic attack
Do not love me for I am broken and cannot be fixed
I am sad and I do not know when I will be okay again
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YOU ARE READING
Do you think of me still?
Poetry"how many times does my heart have to shatter before you pick up the pieces?"
