I was too busy trying to convince you
That I cared about you
That I didn't realize
You would have never done the same.
I was so preoccupied
With making sure you felt loved
That I didn't realize
You were running me dry.
Now, you think you're entitled
to the love I learned to conjure
For myself, and my friend?
I tried to show you that you were deserving,
But you didn't deserve me.
How destructive it was to love you.
Fuck you.
BINABASA MO ANG
What I Know to be True
PoetryA collection of poems by a person whom is trying to collect her pieces up off the ground.
