Does she still make you as upset as she used too?
Does she still make you cry?
Does she still fat shame you, belittle you or make you want to die.
Does she still tease you, or point you out in class?
Does she still make you tumble, crumble or fall flat on your ass
Does she torment you, make you believe you're not enough?
Does she still still unload onto you, make you carry all her stuff?
I hope she doesn't call on you or make you feel alone.
Because, my dear, with me, you will always have a home.
I'll love you unconditionally, forever and ever more.
Even if you don't talk to me,
Speak of me,
Think of me...
Doesn't mean I don't love you anymore.
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Poems of a Broken Man
PoetryHere you will find short examples of poetry, from me, a broken man. I'm not as broken as others, but as a writer, one of the most creative and vulnerable things you can be is broken. If you have one take away from these, please make it this; Check u...
