“You Wanted Me to Love Me”
An original poem by: Axton N.O. Mitchell
You wanted me, to love me… so where is your love?
You wanted me; to love me… so why do I love me less and less?
You wanted me, to love me… so why do I always find you leaving?
You wanted me, to love me… Yet I’m here second guessing all the words you’ve ever said.
You wanted me, to love me… Yet you lie to me while I cry for you.
You wanted me, to love me… Yet you are leading her on, stringing her along.
You wanted me to love me, so now I must move on.
You wanted me… to love me… so I’ve learned to love me.
Loving me was beyond your grasp, though you wanted me, to love me.
Or so you say.
Say it. Don’t spray it.