I Like Writing Poetry

She questions her relationship,
If their love is the real deal,
Everything slowly begins to slip,
Is this what rock bottom feels like?
Wonders when the hole in her heart will heal.
Walks the lonely planet alone at night.

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Specialyouare · 36-40, F

Unconditional love is an illusion.
The second I say no or contradict someone to them I am an abomination.
So to myself I will stay true.
And not fall prey to cons, lies, and deception as I used to do.
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Love your poem! 😊 Could relate to it very well!