a plastic flower
i’m sick of waiting for something special something with half as much care and attention as i give everyone
i can’t
i can’t beg anymore for the small things
for surprises and flowers and hugs
i want
i want a card i want some effort i want a flower you picked up on the way here i want surprises and for you to care for me the way i do
i want too much
i want to be loved the way i love
instead
i get blamed for reacting to the way they make me feel
for not wanting to speak to them when i’m mad but when i tried to i always ended up at fault
i’m crazy i’m rude i’m overreacting
i always overreact
i never listen i always blame i don’t try enough i don’t love enough i don’t show my love right i’m closed off
i’m so uptight
but when i try to talk i choke or i’m silenced
i give my heart and soul and i’m left empty with a plastic flower
a plastic flower i hate almost as much as “myself”
the self i made up out of broken i’ll be theres and promises and i don’t know what to get yous empty expectations of maybe they’ll be there and the false hopes that the little white little envelopes of wishes for wellness won’t have a hidden oh god why is it your birthday again
- Author: georgiaa ( Offline)
- Published: February 16th, 2023 18:43
- Category: Sad
- Views: 31
Comments4
Sad alright - please move on....
This is beautiful…
So sadly relatable
(we can't control others
be it their actions or their intensions
we can only make those choices
that free us
of regret and minimise our suffering..
like for one, only offer to others
a part of ourselves
we can share without expecting
anything in return
that way, we
remain in control
whether our feelings and actions
are reciprocated
won't affect us, as much)
thanks for sharing
please, forgive me if my words come across as toxic
stay strong!
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