“Before you
I was begging, pleading
to be loved”,
I thought I was better off alone,
Work. Work. Work. Till the day
I died alone. I know.. I know.
I begged for help.
I pleaded for attention.
I wanted to be loved the way
that I loved
“Clawing, pounding
at a door
That I thought would never open.
Because of you
I have comfort, safety”
I was comfortable with
The feeling of being uncomfortable.
I was used to the feeling
of being unsafe. That abuse was
waiting, around the corner.
waiting, to strike me down again.
Because I felt inspired by you,
I wanted to change myself.
To alter the flaws I found
in my own being.
I wanted to shed the layers of fear
built on top of me,
Because of that inspiration,
I fell in love with you.
I walked passed you,
hundreds of times before
While I begged to be loved,
To be seen,
To have comfort,
To feel safe.
You showed me,
We could do that together,
I just have to put in the work.
Although,
I think,
Because of me,
You closed the door.
About the Creator
Jake Trammell
I write things I could never speak aloud. Usually in the form of poetry or short stories. One day I’d like to write a novel.
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