Poem:
You ask me about my pain all of the time.
Can you not see that I do not want to talk about it?
What about your pain?
Why can you not tell me about you?
Because it is difficult, right?
So why ask me if you do not want to tell me yours?
Mr 'tell me a fucking secret'.
I cannot speak about it,
Because it is difficult and you know that,
So can you just stop asking me?
You have to know everything,
But I barely know you.
Stop asking me for secrets,
Tell me some of yours instead.
And if you cannot then how are we supposed to be together?
Can you at least answer that one question?
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Thanks for reading!
Love, Amelia <3
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