I thought I was smart, but forget it. You don't even love me, you don't care about me and you're just using me whenever you need me. But still I keep holding on to you, I keep loving you and I don't give up on "us". Loneliness is what most people would call it, the need to be loved. But I'm stubborn and keep calling it love.
-A.M.
YOU ARE READING
It's always about you
PoetryShorts poems about 'you'. I like to write my thoughts down so don't expect masterpieces because you won't find them here
