Passionate AnxietyA Poem by Chrissy BCWas our love a delusion like a dream I wonder every cold and lonely night has our love been one side close to the end Was your reasoning the real reason or did you lie Your intentions are haunting my thought like a demon These demons are starting to destroy me If I was to ask would you have told me the truth If it was a lie why shouldn't my hate towards you not exist Your reason had me wondering if that wasn't the case would our love still be there A love that seemed never-ending came to an end within a blink of an eye These lonely nights where I wonder about our love Wondering if we tried could it have beat your reason But what if your reasoning was a lie that consumed my thoughts And because of the, I would spend night wonder about you Crying my eyes out the feeling of loneliness and emptiness creeping in and wishing it would stop but knowing it won't Now my thought see me as pathetic to wish for a love that wasn't there at the end Night after our end I would through our conversation wish to have it again Now looking back I'm starting to hate myself for it Those nights were torture The littlest things would make cry I remember the night where we would be in a call that would last for it feels to be an eternity The names that would uplift me whenever we would call me each other But I wonder every passing since you left if those time we spent together real Were the time you told me you love me did you truly mean it Now thousands of questions that fill up my head but I can't ask Did you truly love me or was I just to help you pass some time I won't ask because I fear that I might get an answer that could kill me I also wonder if the promise we had did you honestly want to keep them Promises that made me smile uncontrollably and feel like our time together was timeless They make me feel like we could take whatever the world could throw at us
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1 Review Added on April 19, 2020 Last Updated on April 19, 2020 AuthorChrissy BCAboutI'm shy and weird. I write poems because it help me express myself and it's kinda of an escape. more..Writing
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