I wish someone loved me back the way I love them.
...Why does my heart hurt so much?
I try to please you.
I'll hold your hand all the way home,
all your waiting for is the sex,
so of course you'd hold it back.
So what would happen if I wasn't there one day?
Would you really notice?
Am I just an object now?
Note To Self: Show no feelings, and paint on a smile.
Get over it, I'm a fucking poet.
By:Chantal
I wish someone loved me back the way I love them.
...Why does my heart hurt so much?
I try to please you.
I'll hold your hand all the way home,
all your waiting for is the sex,
so of course you'd hold it back.
So what would happen if I wasn't there one day?
Would you really notice?
Am I just an object now?
Note To Self: Show no feelings, and paint on a smile.
Get over it, I'm a fucking poet.
By:Chantal