I thought you loved me,
so I spoke my thought aloud,
but love from me is nothing if it’s broke
You thought it must be a joke,
and as you said it aloud you considered,
who could love me for what I am
but that part you kept closed,
leaving me hollow with your shattering response.
And so I thought you just felt bad
and in light of this situation you tried to make me laugh
as friends do in such awkwardness.
But your jester like quality only brought me hurt
as all my truth and honesty was for nothing,
I thought it was for nothing…
And so I never knew the truth.
Jan 24, 2016
Jan 24, 2016 at 12:55 PM UTC
I thought you loved me,
so I spoke my thought aloud,
but love from me is nothing if it’s broke
You thought it must be a joke,
and as you said it aloud you considered,
who could love me for what I am
but that part you kept closed,
leaving me hollow with your shattering response.
And so I thought you just felt bad
and in light of this situation you tried to make me laugh
as friends do in such awkwardness.
But your jester like quality only brought me hurt
as all my truth and honesty was for nothing,
I thought it was for nothing…
And so I never knew the truth.
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