I thought it was love.
I know I loved you
And maybe I still do
But you never loved me.
At least, not the right kind of love.
You see, love is a little give
A little take.
But you took every piece of me
Without giving anything in return.
You filled yourself with what
You wanted and left a
Hollowed shell in the place
I used to exist.
And maybe it's partly my fault
Because I was too much give
And not enough take.
I let you take and take
And take until there was nothing
Left to give.
Because I thought that's what
Love was; giving to the person
You love expecting nothing in return.
But how can that work when
You have taken everything
Leaving me nothing
And still expect more
Without any thought of
Filling me back up?
YOU ARE READING
Him
PoesieLove is a hard thing. Getting over the love you lost Is even harder. It was torture; But when I look back Years from now, I will smile because Although I thought I would never be okay, I will be.
