He says he loves me,
but his actions
don’t feel like love.
He brings me flowers
in the morning,
yet his voice
turns into thunder
at night.
He says he respects me,
but sometimes
his anger feels
like it could break me.
Is he that great
that he has to control his anger?
Is he that great
that he has to be patient
with me?
Or am I that sensitive?
Or am I
that useless?
Am I attractive?
I don’t think so.
He says he loves me.
But does love
come with this pain?
I try
to understand him.
But maybe
love was never meant to
feel like this.
Mar 9
Mar 9, 2026 at 6:33 AM UTC
He came like a star
in my life
and left
like a thunderstorm
Love is the word
that had been holding us together
but the love
itself was missing
He gave me butterflies
at first
but I didn't know
those same butterflies
were going to
ruin the flowers
inside me.
Mar 9
Mar 9, 2026 at 3:07 AM UTC