So many poems about one person,
Yet they cannot explain the depth of the things I feel for him.
When will the last poem about him be written?
I don't know.
But is my heart ready to write the last poem?
I am not aware of that either.
Never knew that my heart was capable of giving so much love,
Yet it is incapable of handling itself.
The bitter truth is that I don't know if I am worthy of tenderness,
Whether I deserve the same warmth that I give.
Because if one offered me the same,
My trust issues would surface,
Hurting the ones I love the most,
And ending up in a lonely depressive spiral.
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Poems about Love
PoetryContains only poems, from the book- I thought you were mine (in the process of being written by me), and just poems about love. It contains letters, his povs, and just feelings of love. The poems are not in any particular order. I hope you like th...
