I Think

I think I know that he doesn’t love me,

And I hold my breath when I’m with him  

Because I’m waiting for the shoe drop to happen,

And I mean, some of it is good,

But the relationship is s**t,

And damn, I just don’t know anymore.

                I think I know that he doesn’t love me

Because if he did, I wouldn’t feel how I feel when I’m drunk at 2am,

And I’m afraid to text him

Because most days he’s “busy”, too busy all the time,

And how the f**k am I supposed to feel

When he puts her s**t on me?

Because I thought that I could love him,

But he doesn’t trust me.

                I think I know that he doesn’t love me

Because every time he says that he will never leave me

I see the opposite in his eyes,

And “Good morning beautiful” at 7 am has turned into “busy day” at 10 pm,

And because he…

It has been six months,

It has been six long months.

                I think I know that he doesn’t love me,

And I think I know that I don’t love him.

Reviews

[Bohrium Guy]

In this I read a two way street although it does read one way, yours... What if the fact remained that he cared enough to honor your choice and let it be. So to speak the old saying.... If you love something, set it free. If it comes back to you, you will know its was meant to be....

Just some reflection on this poem. Well written and thanks for sharing this piece.

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[nocool]

:) nice write.
The bittersweet of how reality comes around.

Isn't it hard to say good-bye when there is no hello?
The fear before the phrase: "It is time to go".
Waiting to exhale after: "I love you"
the soft words "no"..