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I do not know how to put this much hurt into words but im going to try.
Loving you is like a reflex.
It's like im screaming I love you I love you I love you and by the time im finished I realize it didn't even hurt that bad and all im left with is a sore throat and a bad taste in my mouth.
I feel like all you're ever doing is whispering.
Stop telling me you love me when the world goes silent
Stop telling me you love me with your hands pressed against my skin
STOP TELLING ME YOU LOVE ME IN HAND GESTURES AND HIEROGLYPHICS WHEN I DESERVE SOMEONE WHO WOULD SHOUT HOW MUCH HE LOVED ME AT THE PEAK OF THE HIGHEST MOUNTAIN FOR EVERYONE IN THE WORLD TO HEAR
I am tired of hearing you speak to me in symphonies and blanking out on stage.
I am tired of only being spoken to in body language and im tired of hearing you say sorry like it's my name.
What im trying to say is if practice makes perfect then how come you only ever love me with the lights off?
1/12 poems from my new book I luh dis one
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