"Him," hearing that word would make her remember someone.
A person she may have loved or
still love,
but he could also be someone who hurt her.
She loved him,
Because of how he was,
How he acted,
How beautiful he is and
How flawless he looked until a blind realization,
He wasn't as lovely as she had thought.
She loved him still.
Until now,
because he was good to her,
She was cared for,
He loved her and
It was magnificent.
Why did the love disappear?
He didn't seem to see the real her.
She didn't care for him enough.
He didn't get the love he deserved,
but It was amazing while it lasted.
Truly, She needed the love.
She needed someone to heal her,
A person who's capable to show her everything good in life,
Someone to show her how to love deeply.
She was hurting without a clue.
It felt as if it wasn't worth it,
"I was the cause of our pain,"
she says.
She disappeared so people she loved wouldn't feel the pain but little did she know, it made them feel worse.
YOU ARE READING
Love from the perspective of one's experience
Poetryhey guyss these are just some in the feelings kinds of poems so it isn't as professional specially i'm just starting to get the hang of it and this is my first book it isn't complete yet because i'm just writing when ever i have an idea so feel free...
