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Darling...
why do you love me so much?
How did you come to want me
to be your friend and your lover?
Darling...
how did you come to pick me?
Do I deserve you, my dear girl?
Do I fit your needs and desires?
Darling...
do I make you so truly happy?
Do I please you night and day?
Does my love satisfy your wants?
Darling...
am I truly the one for you now?
Do you desire me forever-and-ever?
Just how did I get blessed with you?
Darling...
I love you--know it to be true.
--RKJ
why do you love me so much?
How did you come to want me
to be your friend and your lover?
Darling...
how did you come to pick me?
Do I deserve you, my dear girl?
Do I fit your needs and desires?
Darling...
do I make you so truly happy?
Do I please you night and day?
Does my love satisfy your wants?
Darling...
am I truly the one for you now?
Do you desire me forever-and-ever?
Just how did I get blessed with you?
Darling...
I love you--know it to be true.
--RKJ
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You say you love me
You say you love to hear me ramble, yet you always cut me off.
You say you want a future with me, yet you see no future for yourself.
You say you love to make me smile, yet you always make me cry.
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I love you doesn't have to be said
You like to think
that you're not emotional, but
yeah right, I've seen you all
worn down before, you didn't cry
but you might as well have,
I see your drunk I love you texts
and the way you try to go around
words to make me feel better
and the time you take to stay
by our side and it makes me realize
that you're just putting up a front,
that really you will miss
walking side by side with us
even though you don't want
to admit it
I love you too
I used to like to think that I
like being alone, that I could live
my life all by myself because
people are frustrating, careless,
they will abandon you
with the slightest nudge when
they are th
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love your mistakes
I've fumbled around with hearts before,
and let them fall. Cracked fingernails, walked into
doorframes, bumped into people and hesitated too long
to open my mouth. Moments passed me by, often.
Occasionally, I was brave, and fell hard on my nose.
Was bleeding and embarrassed for the pain;
and the proof of it, the blood.
Said "sorry, but," or didn't say sorry at all, ate my feelings
or starved myself for them, carried my guilt around with me
until it made me sick and lose my appetite,
drowned my hand soap in the toilet,
didn't stretch after exercise and was sore for days,
kept my distance to those reaching out to me.
Pushed my pain asid
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--RKJ
--RKJ
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