This Thing Called Love

Sheila Spencer 1968 (Little Rock)



 I use to believe in this thing they called love, until you
proved time and time again that, that just wasn't enough.
  I built up my walls, and slowly let you in, and for a brief moment I thought this was it.
  But day after day, you took a little piece of me, and crumbled me into that person that's not me.
  it took me awhile to learn to trust again, and now Im right back where I started from, which is the end.
  I loved you more, than I did myself, but you slowly killed that, by telling lies to people that just wasn't true.
  How could this man that I fell in love with, even be you?
  You have turned my life upside down, because of feelings that you said would never be found.
  But now that you love me, it should all be okay, but when I loved you, you just threw it away.
  How can we ever get back to that time, when all was happy, and I thought you were mine?
  You've shattered my hopes, my dreams, this is all true.
  I don't think I could ever love again, the way I loved you...

About this poem

I fell in love , he just wanted fun, I kept waiting until I just gave up. then one day he decided he loved me, but only after I started putting myself first above him.

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Written on September 01, 2022

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Sheila Spencer

I live in a small town called Hickory Plains ,Arkansas, I love the outdoors. Im just a country girl, that could never live in the city. My dreams one day is to have all my poems published in a book for my children to read. All my poems are based on things ive went through, and feelings of family, friends, and exes. Just everyday life stuff. more…

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