Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Sep 2015
You know that I want you. I'm sure of it.
But still the little tortures come.
Your cheshire smile glowing brightly.
Your hand holding mine to your side.
Your unbridled compliments and playful digs
Each with their subtle symptom of love.

But you don't love me. You just love being loved.
And I'm tired of writing poems about you
And screaming to the heavens that I am yours.
Will of Alexander
Written by
Will of Alexander  Lincoln, NE
(Lincoln, NE)   
3.5k
     3
Please log in to view and add comments on poems