i like to think
that liking you
is the reason i cannot resist
from playing with my damp hair
and curling the tip of my toes .
why i always felt so very
underneath .
that maybe i am not enough
and i might be your little toy .
make my bumpy road
go tougher ,
because i rode deep in the decoy .
i like to think
that liking you
is the reason i look in the mirror
whilst my heart drips
with pitter patters
as it engulfs me with so
much sorrow
that how could i be so foolish
to think i am so smart .
to even give you my heart
and it wouldn't be ripped apart .
i like to think
that liking you
is the reason i am like this.
a droopy red eyed teenager,
with no more life to live .
liking you ,
wasn't so bad after all .
even if i slit my wrists
and banged my head on a wall.
to someone
who didn't know my name
and would never
think of me the same ,
i replaced the word love
because i like to hide the truth
Now, i like to think i liked you
when all i needed was a little love .
a love to show me the truth
that maybe i am enough .
YOU ARE READING
queen. |✓|
Poetry(POETRY ABOUT MOTHERHOOD & LOVE ) You whisper "My queen " and I can only stare ahead because there's nothing for me to say except think of how much I'm dead Think of how so far gone I am I'm loose in touch with reality because I still see you sc...
