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For the past days I've thought about a lot of things Lately there have been many announcements, from baby showers to wedding rings Not that I'm looking for any of that at the moment I just realized that I've been less focused Distracted by what I want blind for what I got It's not fair you don't get to feel what I feel but at the end of the day you are always here I'm slowly dying wanting to like what you're supplying wanting to like your personality, your speech, drive, just you in totality But I can't You hurt me daily, not sure if its on purpose You belittle me, make me feel bad about myself never good enough and always at fault But... I love that your consistent, always there I love that you physically care I love how you push me to my limit sometimes I love that I can be myself with you any time How can I let go? When I don't like you But I love you
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Feb 16, 2017
Feb 16, 2017 at 8:01 AM UTC
It's Not Fair
For the past days I've thought about a lot of things Lately there have been many announcements, from baby showers to wedding rings Not that I'm looking for any of that at the moment I just realized that I've been less focused Distracted by what I want blind for what I got It's not fair you don't get to feel what I feel but at the end of the day you are always here I'm slowly dying wanting to like what you're supplying wanting to like your personality, your speech, drive, just you in totality But I can't You hurt me daily, not sure if its on purpose You belittle me, make me feel bad about myself never good enough and always at fault But... I love that your consistent, always there I love that you physically care I love how you push me to my limit sometimes I love that I can be myself with you any time How can I let go? When I don't like you But I love you
I'm afraid of letting you go because I think I don't have anyone else who would be here for me
samanthax
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Feb 16, 2017
Feb 16, 2017 at 8:01 AM UTC
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