You Don't Love Me
I can see past your every flaw
the man i love could do no wrong
but here we are,
left in a puddle of "could've been's"
as tears roll down my cheeks,
wishing you could be here
wiping them all away,
i cant help but wonder
if you ever felt a thing
if all your "i love you's"
were laced with "i'm using you"
and i was too blind to see
because if you truly loved me
you'd be here holding me
you would see past my every flaw
the woman you love could do no wrong
but here we are,
alone and all the time we spent—gone
YOU ARE READING
words i'll never say
Poetrya collection of poems from a teenager with chronic depression and anxiety.
