#compattion
My love for him,
Is greater then,
my love for myself,
He has wiped away tears,
Shed for the past year,
I name him tissue box boy,
Because of you can sit,
And here all my ****
Your a used tissue,
But I love you,
But I can't **** you,
Pull out your Kleenex now,
Because of a guy,
Who did things to me,
You let me cry,
on your shoulder,
Because you tell me he was,
Wrong and always will be,
And I sniffle more,
Because you hold me,
When I need it and it's a lot,
And I wet your shirt,
Because you don't care,
I may never **** you,
And you may cry now too,
But you don't need that,
To love me,
And I stop crying for a minute,
I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry,
And you just love me,
And hold me,
Because love isn't about,
Physicalness it's love,
And with that,
You reply your empty box,
For next time.
Tissue box boy.
May 5, 2015
May 5, 2015 at 10:32 PM UTC