oh, how many times you've told me
that you didn't intend to hurt me.
but damn, either way, the pain still haunts me,
it still crawls on my skin
and still burns me within.
oh, how i wish you've told me instead
that i'm still the thought running in your head.
but damn, i wouldn't be even if i pled.
and the pain still crawls on my skin
and still burns me within.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
1 am » poetry
Poesíawhen you still have this tiny, tiny bit of hope inside of you that they will learn how to love you again, even if there's this bigger part that knows: they never will. © sushitae- 「 highest ranking: #19 in poetry 」
