Conflicted
Why is it everytime I do something
I do it for you?
To you I am just one
Of your "side" bitches.
Do you even truly care about me
Or do you just enjoy watching me struggle after you?
I love you
But how do I know you feel the same?
At one point I could've
Answered that with a "yes"
But now I'm not sure.
Maybe, I'm just attached to you
After that date
Or maybe I'm still hoping
That one day I could call you mine.
This poem is about:
Me