you loved me
yet we didn’t work out
you loved me
but we never lasted
you loved me
and it was what made
the end so painful
you loved me
and i’m sorry that
i could not love you
as much as i would like to
tell you my excuses,
i would not because
i know that after all this ****
it’s not what you want to hear
and i know you want me to say that
at some point in our time together
i loved you too,
even if it was just a bit
but then,
i would be lying
i’m sorry for us to end like this
and i’m sorry if i seem harsh;
i just want to stop lying to you
even if it’s a little too late
because this letter is not to
make me nor you feel better,
it’s about the truth
and this is the truth
i was lenient and unappreciative
and i was (and am)
a fool for not making you feel loved
when all you did was love me
but then again,
you loved me too much
and gave all of your heart
to someone who didn’t want it
in the first place,
without realizing
that you needed it
to live
and i’m sorry you had to wonder
all this time about my feelings
that it led you to the point
where you plucked all your petals
and ended up with nothing
i hope one day
someone would love you
as much as you loved me,
love you so much
that you’d never pick off
your petals in a
guessing game of love,
so much that you’d
always have fresh roses
Mar 18, 2017
Mar 18, 2017 at 5:26 AM UTC
you loved me
yet we didn’t work out
you loved me
but we never lasted
you loved me
and it was what made
the end so painful
you loved me
and i’m sorry that
i could not love you
as much as i would like to
tell you my excuses,
i would not because
i know that after all this ****
it’s not what you want to hear
and i know you want me to say that
at some point in our time together
i loved you too,
even if it was just a bit
but then,
i would be lying
i’m sorry for us to end like this
and i’m sorry if i seem harsh;
i just want to stop lying to you
even if it’s a little too late
because this letter is not to
make me nor you feel better,
it’s about the truth
and this is the truth
i was lenient and unappreciative
and i was (and am)
a fool for not making you feel loved
when all you did was love me
but then again,
you loved me too much
and gave all of your heart
to someone who didn’t want it
in the first place,
without realizing
that you needed it
to live
and i’m sorry you had to wonder
all this time about my feelings
that it led you to the point
where you plucked all your petals
and ended up with nothing
i hope one day
someone would love you
as much as you loved me,
love you so much
that you’d never pick off
your petals in a
guessing game of love,
so much that you’d
always have fresh roses
haven't written in a while (yeah) and idk i'm sad and i'm just writing sad poems
