Sometimes I think I get these two things confused
What it means to show love
Or just having low boundaries
And ending up used.
***
I feel like I end up compromising myself
And my needs
Just to please you and your wants
While you sow more seeds
***
Seeds of distrust
No shame do you show
A knife in my back
You really swung low.
***
I tell myself I'm loving you better
But really I'm not
And it's all staring to fester.
***
I say that I love you
But realize now
I'm really saying I don't love me
Way to go, take a bow.
***
Cause that's how you win right
By making me lose myself?
Well I'm sorry fucker
Time for you to go on the shelf.
***
The shelf of past mistakes
So I can look back and see
Now that I put you away
Again, I can start to love me.
About the Creator
Tressa Rose
On a serious self-discovering, soul-searching journey. Breaking myself out of a stagnant shell and reaching out for my dream of being a writer.
Co-author of Bounce Back- Dreams to Reality: Faith Over Fear
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Comments (2)
Gosh this was so extremely relatable. I'm so sorry you had to experience this too. Loved your poignant poem!
Nice 😊📝💙