Isn’t it funny?
I could show up on your front door step after I’ve gotten done at the gym and find you with someone else.
You could lie to me when you open the door and say “I don’t know I’m fucked up”
But I stay because I just want someone to love me.
You could abuse me with your words and your hands and leave scars.
But I stay because I just want someone to love me.
You could ignore me and make me feel like shit even when I’m sitting in the same room.
But I stay because I just want someone to love me.
But you knew that.
All the time I spent putting up with shit just so you’d love me
But you never did.
Isn’t it funny?
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Author:
hannahMZ10 (
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Comments1
Wow, raw and beautiful thanks for bringing more light to the room.
I hope you'll find much love here so you can swim in it and see how amazing you are.
Very powerful write from someone who still sees he's own mother and others like this, even part of myself.
Thank you for expressing and getting it all out.
As tiger said welcome too
Thank you!
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