“Love me!” you scream.
Your passion is like a dream.
You say I’m beautiful, but it doesn’t feel right,
I hide in my skin wishing I could fight.
I want to feel it too but only to not hurt you,
I know you love me, I know you do.
When you look at me that way,
I wish I could tell you I can stay.
Inside my heart turns black,
My palms get sweaty and I hope I can hold back.
What I want to say would change you and we would never be the same,
Sometimes love is a painful game.
Your words trigger in me the worst part,
I want to let you go so that you can have a fresh start.
I want to release you to someone who loves all of you,
The way you love is special and true.
I just wish that I knew what happened, what went wrong,
This love is a broken heart song.
I have to let you go now so that you can see,
There is someone out there who will love you, its just not me.
About the Creator
Caralee Core
I am a midwestern, mom of 2, wife, CNA and EMT. I have always been a creative writer but spent the majority of my life masking for the greater sum of humanity. I am imperfect. I am complicated and I am passionate.
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