You don’t love me .

The first boy who called me beatiful,

ended up being the worst guy I ever met.

so no, you do not love me.

My body is the guideline for boys.

My heart is the instruction manual.

they throw away.

You don't love me.

you love the idea of my hair.

falling on your face

as I remove my lips from yours

You love my softness.

the idea of making me

You love the way my body.

could benefit yours

You don't love me.

Never missing that a beating heart

is an open wound.

You don't love me.

You just wish you could.