Wrong idea of love
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