Wrong idea of love

Sat, 12/10/2016 - 01:25 -- sbergen

When I was younger, I wanted to grow up to
have a love like yours.
I promised myself that I would never settle for less
than I deserved.
So, I slept in the beds of boys that didn't 
care to know my name.
And I drank and I drank and I drank until I couldn't see
straight anymore. 
I waited up for the ones who would never 
show their face around me again.
And, I tolerated the screams because
they loved me, right?
When I was younger, I wanted to grow up to 
have a love like yours. 
But, then I grew up and realized your love
only fucked me up.

This poem is about: 
Me

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