Believe

I can’t believe myself,

Here I go again.

Chasing you around,

Losing all my friends.

 

I can’t believe it,

After all the things you did,

I still throw a fit every time you leave.

Even when you deceive.

 

What the hell is wrong with me?

I have no business loving you.

You have no right to tell me what to do.

 

I need to stop,

This can’t be.

I close my eyes.

I don’t believe

Author's Note

I was in my feelings

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

A perfect poem for love.
"What the hell is wrong with me?
I have no business loving you.
You have no right to tell me what to do."
Love steal our thoughts and make us loco. I liked the energy and the ending. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote