I honestly don't know what I was thinking.
Like you'd ever love me.
Like you'd ever make time and the space.
I'm so young and naive.
I know you didn't play me, but I still feel deceived.
I should know better than to leave my heart in the hands of a man,
who can't even love himself.
I know better than to fall face first into a fling and let it burn me,
burn me to death.
Honestly what was I thinking.
Like you'd wanted more that what was in bed.
I let my feelings kill the logic that was screaming in my head.
Honestly what was I thinking.
Like you'd ever be the one to love me right.
My mother said, "don't ever leave your heart unattended." and here I am caring for you.
Here I am giving a shit about you.
My daddy said, "Men you only see at night will never fill your hunger for what you crave."
Here I am laying in my grave.
Honestly what was I thinking.
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Shades Of Love.
PoetryA series of poems and essays, surrounding the feeling and the idea of love. Exploring the different ways we love.
