How can someone be so selfish when it comes to love?
I said as I chugged a bottle of beer down my throat.
How is it so easy for them to drag you off and push you away?
I wondered as I licked the salt from my skin.
I don't know, but I have loved someone for so long, yet, it still suffocates me,
sends me crying down to the bone.
Because, what if I die? I paused.
What if tomorrow, you won't be able to hear my voice again?
What if you'll never hear me call your name?
I stopped drinking the vodka that I have in my numbing hand, and instead looked at her.
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That's why I chose to love so deep.
So deep, that it could possibly scar me.
But you can't blame me for loving too much.
And I can't blame them for getting sick and tired of me, of who I am.
Yet, I can promise you, that I still have a good heart.
I still have a good soul.
I can make your heart feel so alive again.
Just give me time, we'll be fine.
A toast to my next lover, I promise you this,
I will never lack nor become too much.
I raise my glass full of rum and soda and whispered:
I promise you that we'll be able to help each other feel better, to begin again.
Now, let me take you home, where we can both be safe, at last.
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Things that I would like to say to you but I can't
PoetryA collection of heart-wrenching poetry, short stories, and feelings untold. Feelings based on real events that made the writer vomit words of hatred, guilt, love, friendship, and happiness. A mixture of emotions that will help you cope up with wha...
