The Worst to Have Ever LivedMature

I don't feel beautiful-
even though you've whispered
those words softly in my ears
as we've laid here entwined.
you trace where i end
and i shiver as i feel where you begin,
but there is no emotion in my sighs,
and i think i want to cry because
i don't feel much of anything but the warmth of your arms,
i don't feel much of anything except the love in your eyes
and i think that i must be
the worst person to have ever
lived
because i only like
the way you feel like home should feel
the way your strength seeps into me
fills in the rough corners of my skin
smooths away the tears
because i only like you
for the things that you can do,
i only like you for the way you accept me
when i despise myself,
and i think that i must be
the worst person
to have ever lived
because i feel
nothing
at all
for you.

The End

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