You punched me with your words,
knocked me down with your message.
Almost sublime,
perplexing.
abuse so suttle,
true.
But now I realise,
I coprehend.
I get to realise you don’t love me,
you needed a punching bag.
You don’t love me,
you abuse me.
I’m stronger,
stronger now.
And I know,
and see for myself,
that you don’t care for me.
I don’t even count to you,
YOU hurt me with your negative words, I forgive you.
It’s a shame,
all these years.
all these tears,
all the pain,
and the hurt,
you can keep your fake love,
I’m not desperate.
Chrissie
Poem Fake Love
©7.8.21
Chrissie's Poems 2021 