My love for him,
Is greater then,
my love for myself,
He has wiped away tears,
Shed for the past year,
I name him tissue box boy,
Because of you can sit,
And here all my ****,
Your a used tissue,
But I love you,
But I can't *******,
Pull out your Kleenex now,
Because of a guy,
Who did things to me,
You let me cry,
on your shoulder,
Because you tell me he was,
Wrong and always will be,
And I sniffle more,
Because you hold me,
When I need it and it's a lot,
And I wet your shirt,
Because you don't care,
I may never *******,
And you may cry now too,
But you don't need that,
To love me,
And I stop crying for a minute,
I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry,
And you just love me,
And hold me,
Because love isn't about,
Physicalness it's love,
And with that,
You reply your empty box,
For next time.
Tissue box boy.
A little poem