All I wanna know is what it will take.
What will it take for someone to realize my worth.
Someone other than me.
I'm told to "love myself",
but what if I can't?
Just as no boy has ever loved me.
You can say I am this and I am that.
But how much self reassurance will it take
to get the fuck over every rejection handed to me.
His lips leave a trail of fire across my cheek
His hand gripsmy throat.
I'm being choked, not by his hand,
but the everlasting thought creeping into my mind.
He's in it only for my attention and I'm just letting it be.
It eats at my brain yet I shiver at the memories he holds,
anticipating time with him again.
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