My own two feet could not support me. I slump to the floor and yearn for your support. In the dark I replayed our days. In the shower, lunch, and my dreams. Although the you were gone, You infected my soul.
How many times have I cried for your love? How many times have I told you this? You say you love me. I don’t.
Because I put up with you . I let you hurt me, so I could feel something. So I could see if you cared for me like I do you. I didn’t lie. I did it cheat. I didn’t break our trust.
I am worthy of love. I don’t need your twisted version. I must force myself to stand on my two feet, even if my heart does not listen.
I will never let a boy make me cry.