i was never meant
for loving you
you were never intended
for loving me
and still for some reason
i want you to hold my hand
love me
cradle me in your arms
kiss me
tell me you'll never leave me
do all the things you never will do
in reality
and i know
you will probably never
treat me the way
i truly deserve
you won't give me
the type of love
i so desperately desire
but i keep dreaming
for you to magically
wake up
some random morning
and figure it out
i keep hoping for more
so much more
because i long for you
to become so, so much more
but what can i do
when you refuse to
see anything in yourself?
how can i make you
care about me
when you'll never do so?
YOU ARE READING
rage
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