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May 11
Crush are the sounds of my heart—
When you are tearing it apart.


Crush are the sounds of my tear—
When you are not being near.


Crush are the sounds of my voice—
When you said I am here just to fill the void.


How could you love me?
Is this just an act of kindness?
When someone who should love me
Only love me if I am being good enough for them?


Am I good enough for your love?
Am I worth your love, time, and kindness?

Darling I—


Who are you?
How could you love me?
Someone that broken beyond repair?


Can you see it now?
The despair I hold on to myself
Like the sound of someone crush the wildflower beneath their foot with hatred.


Crush
Lux
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Lux  23/F/Thailand
(23/F/Thailand)   
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