I lied
I just lied to you
I told you that I liked when you called me yours
But I lied.
It made me sick.
I wanted to run.
I’m no one’s.
Not yours.
You care and I hate myself.
I’m beyond broken.
Beyond salvation.
I lied.
Lying about belonging to you.
The Fear of Love
That is a very good poem that sums up so much of the ‘philophobics’ dilemma. You have a talent.
Yeah, well I’m over it now..