the truth is you don’t love me
It’s always at my lowest when I know that I’m alone
The truth is you don't love me.
And I can try to make it so-
But its always at my lowest when
I know that I'm alone.
The truth is you don't see me
Only your reflection in my eyes
The only thing you want to see
Is what's between my thighs
The truth is you don't hear me
Or you just choose not to listen
My feelings are too much to hold
You made that decision
The truth is you don't want me
You keep me in your closet
Not to cherish for special occasions
But to make sure no one saw it
The truth is you don't love me
You don't try to make it known
I wish that I could leave you
But is that worth being alone?
About the Creator
Joann Claude
“I'm not sure why
I have the inexplainable urge
To tell everyone I come in contact with
That I'm dying”
-a million thoughts all at once after a brief interaction with a customer at work
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