Love
That word has always confused me. I always thought it was to please people first it was my parents then came along friends. To me love was to do anything and everything to make someone i cared about happy so they can love me isn't that love ?
I have only ever experienced me loving someone more then they say they love me . Embarrassing i know tell me about it . But i never experienced the love where someone would do anything for me . I never experienced the getting flowers for no reason. The love stares .the hug for the back . Or even the calls to tell me they love me and wanted to hear my voice. It was always me . It starting to make me think is something wrong with me ? Am i to much? Why can't i found someone who will love me simply because i am alive . It always I'm the problem i talk to much . My personality is to much When the only thing i went for them is to be happy
When will it be my turn when will i met that someone will i ever meet someone met for me ??
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Feeling lost
PoetryThis isn't a story these are poems about everything i been through or just even thinking about that you may relate to so give it a chance you may found out you're actually not alone
