She Needed Love
Her weakness would be her demise
I watch her as she breaks, devastated
And there it is, during this difficult time,
An innate ability to understand who she is
And what it is that makes her a paradigm.
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I love her heart, that wonderful goodness
No that’s not true, it’s a beautiful heart,
But one that has been burned, tortured
Until she hides, looking for a fresh start.
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She was treated brutally, until she broke
All because she thought she needed love,
I cried at the unfairness, the horrid pain
More than we could ever conceive of.
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It was her bad childhood from the start
And the heartbreak of lovers that cheat,
That turned her into a tortured beast
So she’d never ever again bow to defeat.
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She now refuses to take shit from anyone
As she weaves in and out through her day,
She no longer has the ability to feel fear
Head held high regardless of all they say.
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She holds her closest secret to her chest
That one lonely fear she cannot put to rest,
The fear of ending up solely on her own
Feeling she’d always be alone, she stressed.
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This fear’s her weakness, her possible demise
I fear it may even be her total self destruction,
I try to tell her she’s stronger than her fear
That it’s her final hurdle, her final obstruction.
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She is a bad ass woman, the strongest yet
I struggle to convince her of this actual fact,
She feels she cannot survive without love
While sacrificing herself, trying to distract.
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I fear she will wither away slowly in the process
Of finding the love she’s convinced she needs,
Will she be the cause of her total destruction
As she opens her heart and allows it to bleed?
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Colleen Millsteed
My first love is poetry — it’s like a desperate need to write, to free up space in my mind, to escape the constant noise in my head. Most of the time the poems write themselves — I’m just the conduit holding the metaphorical pen.
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