"why do you love me?"
he asked.
shock made its way
all over my face.
here I thought
I was the only one
who that question
would eat alive at night,
plaguing my thoughts.
yet here he stands
asking me that same very question
that i myself am keenly familiar with.
so much pain and devastation
written all over his face.
how could i have been
so selfish
to not see that he
was struggling with the same
demons of insecurity
that had once
stripped me of my joy?
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Hidden Thoughts
PoetryJust a bunch of little poems that I've written. Hope you like them, and are able to be comforted by some of them, or atleast be able to relate. And just something that I want to let you know is that I tend to write when I am in low spirits, it was j...
