Do it.
Ask me.
Ask me again and again.
Why do I love you?
I honestly don't remember.
Ask again.
Maybe it will come to me in a dream.
Ask me why.
Is it because you love me?
Why do I love you?
Ask me.
Do it.
As you ask, will you consider why you, also love me?
Why do you love me?
Ask me why I put up with you.
Ask again.
Ask me how long it took me to realize.
Ask me why I love you.
Beg me for your love as I beg of your attention.
Ask away.
I believed you loved me.
I trusted you did.
But still, I ask.
Do you love me?
Ask me if I think of you still.
Ask me if I miss us.
Ask again and again.
Ask if you love yourself.
I ask myself every day.
Why do I love you?
Please, tell me because I don't know.
Help me realize.
Ask me why I forgot.
Better yet, ask me why I need asking.
Ask me if I'm ok.
Because I'm not.
Ask me how long it took me to realize.
Realize you don't care.
Ask me if I care.
Do you really truly care?
Ask me if this matters.
Matters to you.
Ask me how I live with this guilt.
Ask me how I stayed this long.
Ask me why I love you.
Because I can't give you a straight answer.
Not now.
Ask again later.
Ask.
Again.
Why?
Do I love you?
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The Days With No Sun
PoetrySometimes we fear truth over reality. But things get dark and heavy and we play the blame game. We end up hurting others or ourselves even. We don't think before we act or we don't say before we do. This is the evolution of my madness. A cluster of...
