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Love Me

Oh, to love and be loved the same.

By annie harperPublished 2 years ago 1 min read
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Love Me
Photo by Sharon McCutcheon on Unsplash

“Perhaps she forgets to love me.”

But I don’t seem to mind.

Sure, I’ll soon start crying,

But her love will remain blind.

.

“Perhaps she forgets to see me.”

She makes excuses every week.

I swallow them until they block my throat,

Yes, that’s the reason we don’t speak.

.

“Perhaps she forgets to hear me.”

There are other sounds around.

I’m sure if we went swimming

She’d only hear the waves, whilst I drowned.

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“Perhaps she forgets to hold me.”

We do not touch, but still we stand

So close as millimeters turn to miles

And I try to reach her hand.

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I’m not sure that she still loves me.

I do not dare say it aloud,

Because saying it might make it real

And reality is not allowed.

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About the Creator

annie harper

Just an actor from Central Queensland, writing some short stories and poetry. I hope you find one you like <3

TW: a lot of my work contains mentions of self-harm, suicide, death, abuse, and mental illness. Please be gentle with yourself.

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