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A Poem by Marissa Torres

It's hard to recognize if he truly loves you.


He spends all his time elsewhere while you stay at home and cook dinner.


It was only supposed to be you two.

Not three together.






Our skin is made up of rose petals.

Your thorns attached to mine.


We hurt each other for fun,

Thinking this is love.


No one has taught us better

We need to learn how to love ourselves first.







© 2019 Marissa Torres


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Added on December 31, 2018
Last Updated on January 1, 2019
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