your love is like gods, you giveth then you take away
funny to think that you presence makes my day
gives me air
lets me see
pumps my heart to let me breath
and you days are spent without a thought of me
its clear to me now
how much you dont care
how surely you dont mean what little words you do say
nonetheless it matters to me so greatly, everything you express
the lies, no truth comes from you
but i believe it
i hang on to your scripts and read them
and reread them in times of discomfort
to bring a smile to me
the power you hold,
its sad, to know how little i matter
its sad to think of the amount of minutes i spend in thought of you to the amount you of me
and still, knowing what i know i promise it doesnt matter
because im still waiting here for your next sign
or the next time you decide that you can fit me in
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Tears Are My Friends
PoetryThis is a compilation of poetry and the prelude to the telling of overcoming depression and taking advantage of your own life! Nineteen year old extraordinaire Delusionally leaves behind her old delusions of incompetence for new delusions that lead...
