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An Honest Mistake.


You don’t deserve the endearments I would give you. 

You don’t deserve the things I would make you. You don’t deserve the letters which I would hand write you, nor the handmade cards.

You don’t deserve the date nights, phone calls or text messages. You don’t deserve me going out of my way, the extra mile, to the end of the world for. 

You don’t deserve the right to worship at the altar of my body; to learn its rise and falls. You don’t deserve to map me and claim any part of my mind or soul. 

You don’t deserve to be introduced to my family, shown off to my friends. You don’t deserve the pride nor the recognition.

You don’t deserve the nights when I would stay up and miss you, the morning texts and everything in between. 

You don’t deserve me worrying about you when you aren’t home, or whether or not you have eaten and a million other minute things.

You don’t deserve my inside jokes and twisted humor. You don’t deserve my puns and bad punch lines. 

You don’t deserve to share my secrets nor my burdens. You don’t deserve to see me at my worse or my best. 

You don’t deserve to be my number one fan nor be the person I run to in moments of weakness. 

You don’t deserve to be loved irrevocably, undeniably, wholeheartedly by me. 

You don’t deserve me.

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