Straight-up Questions
Did I do something wrong?
Or was it just too long?
You tell me we weren't meant to be.
Only, my heart still beats for your warms lips
Underneath your hips, into madness,
Sadness,
To the loss of such a lover
I will never know another that
Loved me with half truths.
Letting me think I was happy.
Letting me think we were okay.
Okay enough to keep fucking me into oblivion;
Very livid that all your "truths" were lies
Everytime I asked what hides beneath your smile.
Me.
Every time, was it me?
?
This poem is about:
Me