Why use me?
Why say you love me when you don't mean it?
Why tell me sweet things?
Why make me feel like I belong on earth?
Why tell me I'm the only one when I'm not?
Why say you trust me?
Why say we could be together when you already moved on?
There's a lot of questions I have that have been unanswered or may never be answered. These are some things I think to myself:
Did he love me?
Why did I let him use me?
Why did I believe him?
Maybe because I'm so insecure, but then I ask 'is that okay for him to use and treat me like that? ' All these questions go through my head a lot. I say to myself man I'm a fool for letting him hit my g-spot. But one last question before I go.
Do you think I was foolish enough to pop a whole?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great write, Brandy. Questions asked for thousands of years.