Thursday, August 11

Who said I could write poems

You say you love me
but how can I believe you.
You look at me with disgust
and the other two with pride.

All I can do is keep living this lie
and hope that you love me.

The things you call me keep sinking in.
misfit...lazy...bitch
And now I realize that I am all of these things.

But all I can do is keep living this lie
and hope that you love me.

Maybe one of these days
I will become your perfect little girl
Or maybe not.

All I can ask is Do you still love me?

1 comment:

Unknown said...

Aww, Ash. That makes me so sad. It was really good, it makes me so sad. . .

Sarah Jo