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Feb 2019
could lie about the past and cover it up.
i know you expect the salad of truth, served
fresh with intriguing dressing–the
good bits that make you want more.

i know that you feel as if i hate you, secretly.

i pretend to love every aspect of you,
although you're a broken pile of glass
shards to me.

cutting my emotions and making me
bleed tears of contrition.
shame that i wasn't good enough,
shame that you regret tying the knot,
shame that we even met.

you're the only other person besides me
that has a glimpse of heart.

at least, you care about me a little.

even if you manipulated me a trillion
times to conform to your standards,
even if you admonished me for not
being the most beautiful,
even if you belittled my existence,
i can't escape the reason why i'm
still staying with you:

fear of losing you.



Melody
2/17/19
Doesn't love make us feel secure and insecure at the same time?
Written by
Osiria Melody  19/F/California, USA
(19/F/California, USA)   
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