I hate that I spend all my nights trying to get you out of my head, just to have you be my first thought in the morning, I hate all the ways you make me feel, how my heart aches for you to be here, how my poems are filled with shadows of your name because I never want it to be clear, I'm tired of how everything in me is full of you, when you never chose to be near, you always run away with every chance you get, yet you never fail to say "I love you, Dear".
Poettwannabe
Is your love real?















