I Am Confused Poem by sandy nobody
I Am Confused
i hope you read this
it comes straight from my heart
i cant keep going like this
its torn me apart
i love you so much
all the times we are together
the times we made love
i wanted to last forever
my passion for you
was more than just lust
cause to be with you
loving you was a must
our kisses were special
touching you exciting
your body aching for me
my body was inviting
after making love, our bodies
lay there and tremble
our minds, our thoughts
we couldnt assemble
we made love over and over
all through the night
we kissed and touched
it was so perfect, so right
i proved my love to you
i gave you all i had
now i sit here alone
so hurt, so sad
you said you loved me
then you took it away
you never loved me
you said today
you said you have another
leave you be
you said you could never
love me
i go to bed, cant sleep
feeling hurt and used
you call me
now i am confused
you say you love me
Oh, this writing ripped through my heart and it pained me for I can't bear how this must have hurt you. Yes confused. One minute they love, they care, the want, and the next-it's another, and when that doesn't work they are back. Love and playing with another's emotion is not a good thing. It is not a sign of maturity either. This was a very good write, but one of sadness and pain, and hurt. No excuse for this. No excuse. Hugs.
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4/25/2024 10:21:53 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Oh, this writing ripped through my heart and it pained me for I can't bear how this must have hurt you. Yes confused. One minute they love, they care, the want, and the next-it's another, and when that doesn't work they are back. Love and playing with another's emotion is not a good thing. It is not a sign of maturity either. This was a very good write, but one of sadness and pain, and hurt. No excuse for this. No excuse. Hugs.