And I had wished that you would have loved me wholly.
You loved me for the curve of my hips and the taste of my lips.
You loved me for the ways my fingers moved in the dark.
You loved me for the way you left your mark.
You could have loved me for my words.
And the beauty of how I use them to create the story of reality.
The beauty of my feelings on display for all to see.
I wish you loved me for me.
You loved me for my body.
Not my soul.
Not my mind.
My body,
My everlasting skin, running for what seems like miles and miles.
You wanted me for all the wrong reasons.
Why wasn't there a right?
Your fingers tracing every inch like a road map,
Pointing out each freckle like the constellations of stars.
My body was a maze for you to figure your way through.
It was no easy task but you made do.
Instead of tricking my body,
You tricked my mind.
I believed you loved me for me despite it all.
Despite the hunger in your eyes,
The comments on my thighs,
The marks of your pride.
You had tricked my mind.
My body had crumbled before your eyes.
I wish you had loved me wholly.
Why didn't you love me?
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The words I couldn't tell you
PoetryThis reveals my inner most thoughts and feelings about people and things in my life. (I think if you stick around you might find this quite intriguing)
