Words Hidden In My Heart

I wish you would have told me that you needed me to hide you
you wore a shroud of love but hid from me the truth inside you
its my friends and family I cry to
because I just got lied to.
There is nothing worse
anger spewed in verse
my very shirt
I would have given you off my back
and you lacked the energy to fight for me
or take the time required
to inspire
yourself
to make changes
to take steps
because you weren't ready yet
and yet and still you told me
and consoled me with lies
and I tried
to defend you
when others saw the signs
my mind and heart were devoted and coated
with integrity to you
to us
and my faith and hope
simply wasnt enough
I guess I lust
so much for the love of us
that I forget about the love of you
the things you wouldnt do
or didnt know how and
now
I'm left in confusion
because you got to abusing my love
and had no clue
because you are often caught up in
how people are loving YOU
but what about loving me
enough to be
more than you ever strived to become?
Growth and success are something to be pursued
and you seldom go for it, but continuously say
you want some.
My love you was hidden in my heart
for the longest of time
but you hid yourself from me
and now feel like you were never mine.
How can someone tarnish and mar
a love so true?
you hid yourself from me
so did I really love YOU?

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