Why do I always want you when you're angry
I kinda like it when you're mean
I never say the right thing when you're sad
For that, I'd like to blame my mom and dad
I wasn't really taught how to feel
My dad didn't feel anything
My mom felt too much
How do you find the right mix
When that's the recipe
I guess you could say I don't love the right way
It's just safer if it's me, myself, and I every day
If you've never been too sad to care about yourself
if you've ever been so anxious you can only think about everyone else
I haven't figured out how to love that
Who wants to be next up to bat
My love
It isn't perfect
But I'll always try my best
I'm not asking to be fixed
You aren't my therapist
But your love
Is the best thing for me
That I could hope to come home to
About the Creator
Hufflecup
I want nothing more than to dedicate my life to writing, so I figured I would start here to test the waters. I will be submitting stories to as many communities as possible.
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