Here's a poem I wrote a month ago. This poem isn't directed towards anyone in particular. A few people influenced this.
There is an anger that burns beneath the surface of this love.
LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE.
We toss around this word to justify our unhappiness,
because "sometimes" we are happy.
Many say love is all you need,
but underneath these bandages I don't bleed love, I just bleed.
Hurt and scarred for life, Icover it all up with a smile
I am lonely again. I love you, will you stay awhile?
Until I run out of lies and there isn't a drop of love left.
How will I love you when I find myself trapped, loveless?
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