I am a woman
I've been broken before
Everything that I did
Made me think I was doing it wrong
No matter how hard I try
I can't seem to do it right
So if this isn't the love you want
You don't have to stay out of spite
I am still trying
To learn how to love
But when things get rough
I ask for help from up above
I'm tired of feeling like I'm wrong
I'm tired of feeling scared
I'm always walking on eggshells
Trying to give you what I bear
Maybe this isn't for us
Maybe I'm not for you
But my love says otherwise
So basically I'm screwed
I'm no longer treated like a queen
But more like a doormat
I'm used by the people I love
No one is a stranger and that's a fact
I'm not sorry for loving you
I'm not sorry for the things I've did
I am sorry for the time I gave
Staying and looking like an idiot.
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Perfection
PoetryThese are a few poems that i had hidden in my inventory that i stumbled across. Some are really old and other are fairly new. But all in all they are all apart of my flawed perfections.
