I hate that you showed up in my dream
It was a huge blow to my self esteem.
See, I thought I hated you
But I guess that was a lie too.
Its all this loving and hating
that has me debating
what is the truth?
Why am I wasting my youth
over some unmannered boy
who plays my emotions like a toy.
I don't know who to blame
over my mind's twisted game.
My anger towards your lies
or what lies deep inside.
It doesn't matter anymore,
cuz I have your number blocked on my phone.
You're gone and I won't wait for you cross the floor.
I dont't mind being alone
because what we had is not something to be restored.
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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
