If you love me, you should say it. I mean really say it. Grab my face and say it. Shake me until I'm empty so there's room for only you, and say it. Just fucking scream it at me. Shove it down my throat until I'm teary eyed with understanding that you love me. Pour it in my coffee. Roll it up in my yoga mat. Hide it in my underwear drawer. Rub it in my eyes like mace, god I hope it burns. Jealousy is an ugly and painful thing, but nothing hurts worse than being unloved.
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Author:
Taylor Michelle (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: June 9th, 2022 10:35
- Comment from author about the poem: I\\\'m a sad girl these days.
- Category: Sad
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Ouch, if he did say he loved you, but was lying, would that be even worse.
In saying that, remember, us men are not the brightest.
Hahah I appreciate it Paul! 🙂
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