It´s killing me
not knowing what you think.
I like you and you like me
but in what way?
Is it enough?
I haven´t felt sadness like this in a while.
This is a new type.
"Heartbreak" is what they call it.
But what is there to get broken?
My own hopes and expectations?
Created by my own worst enemy,
Not supported by reality
I need some clarity.
And maybe it´s all in my head.
But isn´t that the place all of this lives?
I pray being myself is enough
that you´ll come to like all my strange quirks.
When you call me weird,
I hope you mean it lovingly.
So far I can only hope.
Love is patient,
especially the first.
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Author:
jo (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: November 18th, 2022 12:21
- Comment from author about the poem: wish I could show her this.
- Category: Love
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Comments2
Yes! I love this one, it's so relatable sadly. Good job! ❤
It is,mine is,my husband and I have been waiting 5 years to even meet,today we finally did,we had a terrific day ,the best one ever ,then his mom came home and told me that she don't know me,and don't want know me,so here I am by myself in a emergency room lobby waiting til morning to get help with housing,our troubles isn't over yet,it's bittersweet
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