my first birthday with you;
I was happy. I was sad.
You liked me too, but overall I was in love with you.
my second birthday with you;
we broke up. we got back together.
Loving you had become tough, but the fact that I could hold your hand was enough.
my third birthday with you;
I was depressed. I was alone.
Your "love" was a lie, and all I could ever do was cry.
my fourth birthday, and my first one entirely separated from you:
I am in pain. Yet I am still smiling.
You play with my emotions and I just let it pass through, because after all I ever wanted is you.
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Love Poems || FINISHED
Poetryjust poems about not only the sweet and alluring side of love but also the pain it can bring, the hardships, jealousy, and mania. just reeeead you hopeless romantics and faded lovers
