I hate this.
I hate the stabbing pain I get in my chest,
I hate the stinging of the tears in my eyes,
I hate having the constant knowledge
That I'm not good enough for him,
I hate know that I love him
While he loves someone else,
I hate the weak feeling I get
Knowing I can't do anything for him,
I hate how he has me
Wrapped around his little finger,
And that I would jump at the chance
To do anything he wants.
But, at the same time,
I love it all.
It makes me feel alive,
Reassures me that I can still feel something,
Even if I am blinded by him♥
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Poems...
PoesíaJust the random poems that I've written over the past year or so, I apologize because they're kinda stupid but read away:)
