you (don’t) love me

I loved you, at first,

more than anything.

Nothing else mattered,

if I could be by your side,

I would’ve protected you from a n y t h i n g.

The feeling of

your lips touching mine.

Cold and dull,

is it wrong that I still miss them?

Your eyes drifted to others,

never straying to mine, and

never filled with the same spark.

Why won’t you look at me?

You would say it,

those three words and I could only listen

as you say it to the others.

Not to me. Never to me.

They always got your love,

and warm smiles,

while you gave me your screams of

“You should be happy. Why aren’t you happy?”

My orders:

never to be near you,

holding hands was forbidden,

we did not know each other, not publicly.

They would get the wrong idea.

“She’s just a friend,” You would say.

Forcing me into a corner, chained,

your collar (pleaseithurtsithurts) leaving me

b r e a t h l e s s.

It was all a game, right?

Of how fast I could love you (whatwasithinking),

of how much I could bleed (Goditwaseverywhere),

of how long before I couldn’t take it (saveme,please,anyone).

You were the king,

and I, your faithful pawn,

just another piece on your board.

Your touches, never warm, never tender

What an artist you were,

Always defacing your canvas with your brushes,

Aren’t you talented?

Is this what love is?

Take it back, please,

I don’t want this anymore.

I just wanna forget (getitoutgetitout).

“It’s okay, you don’t have to love me, no one ever does.”

[I posted this on here about 2 years ago but as you can see it's been changed. Now, I've never been this kind of situation but I feel like I captured what it's like. Hope you liked it.]