I still wonder why I put myself through so much pain,
Why I let myself be chastised and hurt and scorned,
When you have been here, been somewhere, been someone.
I wish I had opened my eyes sooner, lover. You are the love that will not scar. It may hurt, but I know it will be worth it in the end. I love you. Endlessly. Recklessly. Irrevocably.
YOU ARE READING
to the lovers (poems and such)
Poetryto the lovers I have stupidly fallen for. (these are all true feelings and stories, this is basically a diary)