sometimes I wonder if living to love you
is worse than living to hate.
If giving attention all I do,
I'm pretty damn easy to replace.
I wonder what is it that has me tied to this place.
is it the memories or your pretty face?
I know I keep screaming it but just in case
here's a reminder to myself, I'm more than a porcelain vase.
I don't just hold beauty, its strength that I retain.
I am more than just a rumor, than a whispered name.
If you want to creep on my friends and dodge the blame
thats where I have to take the rifle of truth and draw aim.
Because I won't let you run this place like a scripted game.
Be careful who you're building, who you train
because for the sake of love I'm not afraid to bring some pain.
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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
