Pity Thoughts
The disappointments of being in love
At first, I was trying to save you.
Then I tried to save us both.
But then, reality sank in, and I realized we had to be willing to save ourselves.
Now, I only hope I'm not the only one trying to save myself.
It would be such a heartbreak
To learn you wouldn’t even save yourself to better love me.
As a woman, am I more man than you?
That I can do all things that strengthen me.
Yet, you continue to stay within that weakened state of mind.
Oh, honey such a pity.
We can be something more
We can be together as one.
But, it's ok.
Just love yourself a little more today.
About the Creator
Deborah Portillo
I’m just an amateur writer, expressing my hopes, dreams, and nightmares for all to read. A lot of my short stories come from nightmares, while my poems are expressed from hopes, dreams, and feelings.
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