Thinking back at the wasted words,
Those I received and relished,
But never deserved.
Filling myself with false hope,
That maybe one will be different,
But all pine after the same thing.
Convincing myself relentlessly
that I’m worthy of love every time it fails.
But.
My heart has been battered and bruised,
From all the silly ‘I love yous’
heard when skin meets skin and never heart meets heart.
So that every time I’m touched,
the mind readies itself for the craved words
Since all it knows is touch means love.
With every ‘love’ I neglect the only heart I have
that cries out to me with every new crack.
That symphony plays on repeat.
Yet with my power, I don’t turn it off,
I let it play-hoping someday,
It’ll stop with a spluttering cough.
So I await the one that’ll readily take on my job,
And mend the heart that I allowed to break,
Since I fear I’ll do it all over again.
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Ivy Madara (
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Comments2
A sad poem, but one I'm sure many of us can relate to. We all feel emotional pain at some time in our lives. We all need love. I'm sure you will find love too in due time.
I'm counting on it :), thanks for commenting!
That line "heard when skin meets skin and never heart meets heart" really hit deep. Love is disappointing at times, and could really destroy one's confidence. I just hope you can allow yourself the time to recover and seek new chances.
I know right! But I think the only way to overcome the disappointment is to give it a chance to get better.
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