love. how do people figure out if one loves them? i ask myself that everyday. love was supposed to make you strong, but you weakened me. oh, you were always so creative when it came to damaging me. you told me you loved me. i believed you. you told me you would take care of me. i believed you. you told me you would never leave me. i believed you. i always believed you. always. but you never loved me. you never took care of me. you know what you did do? you hurt me. beat me. cut me. burned me. fed off of my pain. and then you left me.
wounded.
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conception.
Poetrywriting in different perspectives. this is no way intended to offend someone who goes through/went through situations mentioned in the writings. i have written each and every one of these by imagining myself in a certain situation/circumstance, or f...
