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I thought I saw you yesterday
I remembered your smile and the curves of your face
And I was right back there in that moment that day
Sometimes I hate that I feel this way
Like thinking I saw you could make “breathe” flash on that tiny watch screen
And time could slow and become more serene
God I hate the way my heart sings
You make me believe
You hear that people, he makes me believe
For once in my life I want love to be
Do you hear that, for once in my life I want love to be
I’m willing to be loved by you, to be annoyed by you, to be hurt by you, let my heart run in circles for you, to be worried about you, the be in pain over you, to smile with you, to share moments with you, to love you deeper than any pain I knew
I could go on and on, but I simply want to be loved by you
And ever since I saw you this has been the truth
I just ran away
I was afraid
Afraid at that time, because life and love had only caused pain
And I was afraid that your love would only be in vain
And you’d only take away another part of my heart, another patch of trust, numbing out my brain
Maybe it’s my abandonment issues speaking,
Everyone who “loves me” has a funny way of always leaving
Then later on, therapy tells you, “love isn’t always catering to everyone’s needs.”
I guess I just didn’t want that to be our love, the twisted one that I’ve known
But leaving that environment, it feels like I finally am growing up
Seeing how the love I had was abuse, and that I was simply being used
How most people didn’t truly have my back only the few people that are left
And after all that…all I can think of is loving you
The “what if it”, “isn’t true’s”, and the “what if he leaves you, uses you, and abuse you” has finally disappeared
You might do all of those things, but at least I can say I tried
But I don’t believe you’d be like that
And I want to know for a fact…
About the Creator
VT
Where words fail my poetry speaks…
and I’m really not good at speaking.
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