Do you know this feeling where you just want to be loved? You want to be recognized by someone and know that you are worth loving. It’s like the constant rush for appreciation, not so much love itself. You want to be held, kissed, you want to be important to someone.
And because you’re human, you return that appreciation. After one, maybe more, weeks, it just fades away into nothingness, until you are left with someone who doesn’t love you, but just wants to be loved.
Shame, that’s what washed over me when I realized this. I had used someone for the soul purpose of being told I was loved. I couldn’t see it then, for I was blinded by the idea I could fight everything, because someone thought I could.
The same person had used me too, the exact same reason in his head as it was in mine, so at the end, it didn’t truly feel like I alone was at fault. I wanted to be recognized and he wanted attention, it was a perfect match made in Hell, but it felt like Heaven to me.
Now I’ve realized we both didn’t do anything wrong. We were trying to get back up from our previous battle and just needed a helping hand, a smiling face to tell us we could do it. I was his, he was mine. And now we are ourselves again.
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Words that held meaning
Which could crash and burn her down
Sending in a tidal wave
Emotions which would make her drown
He held her hand tightly
“Stay afloat!” He screamed in pain
The sky empty, no one was listening
His plea was in vain
She tried, she really did
To find her way back to the sky above
His calls unmistakable
Or perhaps the lack thereof?
For if he cared
Wouldn’t he jump in too?
Three words which crashed and burned her
I love you
Tears that run like bullets
Over my cheek they flee
They fall down harsh and cold
Until I can no longer see
They create this tidal wave
Of doubt, fear and regret
And just to remind me
I count the tears I’ve shed
In the bucket they fall
Thousand and thousand more
They run from my cheek
Down to that icy porcelain floor
In the floor I see myself
Crying and spilling tears
My lips shut and broken
As I hold back all my fears
The tears they yell their reason
Why the fell in the first place
They marvel the pain and sadness
As they run down my face
Some they are golden
And some tears are just black
But the tears that are the smallest
Carry the most weight on their back
This poem is very close to my heart, because sometimes the things I write speak words I can’t dare to say to somebody. And this one is an example of me writing what I felt that day. It’s a beautiful piece, but the reason that I think it’s so beautiful is because it’s about my own emotions. Therefor there is no picture.