Sep 2014
It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s the thirteen years I went without a mom because men were worth more than her children. I could never compare to the materialistic things and we both knew that. It was the nights I cried myself to sleep wondering where my mom was and if I even crossed her mind anymore. The days she came around, she’d bring her ***** dollar bills and try to buy my love with money. I swear that was never enough, whoever said money can buy happiness ******* lied.
It’s not that I don’t love you, it’s just that I’m my fathers twin and he still forced a blood test on my mom. I guess he didn’t want it to be real that bad. It was all the times I had to reach out for him to even notice my existence, what a dead beat. He tried to tell me he loved me, but I’m 17 now and he doesn’t know a thing about me. How can he say he loves me?
It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s just that my sister cheated on her husband two weeks after he went to Afghanistan. She blamed it on their “marital problem” but he left trying to make a better life for his family. It made me sick the way she pretended to love him for months. She never even apologized for ruining their picture perfect family.
It’s not that I don’t you. It’s just that I’ve watched my best friends break down on my bedroom floor four times now because she doesn’t feel like she’s enough to be loved. She met a boy who kept her a secret for eight months because he had a girlfriend and it seems like she’ll never get past it. I guess you hold onto the bad things forever.
It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s the time my counselor started crying as I told her about my first heart break because she knew that feeling. Her and her husband were on a break and she was struggling to take care of her two children by herself. I’m pretty sure that day I became the counselor for two hours. She told me I had the most beautiful soul and anyone would to be lucky to have me, I found that rather hard to believe.
What I’m trying to say is… It’s not that I don’t love you, it’s that I do.
It’s not that I don’t love you, it’s just that I’m my fathers twin and he still forced a blood test on my mom. I guess he didn’t want it to be real that bad. It was all the times I had to reach out for him to even notice my existence, what a dead beat. He tried to tell me he loved me, but I’m 17 now and he doesn’t know a thing about me. How can he say he loves me?
It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s just that my sister cheated on her husband two weeks after he went to Afghanistan. She blamed it on their “marital problem” but he left trying to make a better life for his family. It made me sick the way she pretended to love him for months. She never even apologized for ruining their picture perfect family.
It’s not that I don’t you. It’s just that I’ve watched my best friends break down on my bedroom floor four times now because she doesn’t feel like she’s enough to be loved. She met a boy who kept her a secret for eight months because he had a girlfriend and it seems like she’ll never get past it. I guess you hold onto the bad things forever.
It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s the time my counselor started crying as I told her about my first heart break because she knew that feeling. Her and her husband were on a break and she was struggling to take care of her two children by herself. I’m pretty sure that day I became the counselor for two hours. She told me I had the most beautiful soul and anyone would to be lucky to have me, I found that rather hard to believe.
What I’m trying to say is… It’s not that I don’t love you, it’s that I do.
I saw a poem similar and decided to make my own version of it.
