I can’t make you love me, so I’ll make you into poetry

Another poem until it doesn’t hurt as much

I can’t make you love me, so I’ll make you into poetry

Cursive letters spell out your name

I’ll write about you till you want me

Or until it doesn’t hurt anymore

You looked me in the eyes and told me you didn’t love me

So ruthless and plain so I believed you instantly

You were so cold yet enamoured by my affection for you

How can someone love another who gives so little back?

I invested too much to give up now

All that I lose if I throw in the towel and accept defeat

I gave you the easy way out of your betrayal to me

And now I have to push down my quiet resentment as if I don’t feel it devouring me

But I feel it all

I feel the dull ache in my chest when you look at another

I feel the intense migraine come on when you overlook my pleas for attention

I don’t mean to be too much,

But silently dying just isn’t an option this time

I can’t make you love me so I’ll make you a poem,

Until it finally hurts less than it did yesterday

Thank you for reading the poetry my hearts wishes didn’t have to be.

Kind regards,

My Soul and I