Sorry I haven’t posted any poetry for a while now. But here’s one for you guys, so I hope you like it.
Why do I feel like,
every time you say you love me,
it’s not true.
Maybe I’m just jealous,
that you liked someone else besides me.
Maybe you say those words,
too often for me to know those words are special.
Maybe you don’t love me enough,
to make me doubt that you really mean those words.
Maybe you’re the one,
who should be mad at me,
for not believing in