It's interesting.
Looks truly can be deceiving.
I no longer love you, or even like you,
But bits of pain linger at such late hours.
From 1 am to 3 am I allow my tears to shed.
To question, despite knowing the answer,
If I will ever find a healthy, eternal, romantic love.
To question whether it is just a pipe dream,
Like the ones waitresses have when they fly to New York City,
Looking to become a star.
To question whether certain things about my body
That truly are undesirable.
Gross or unwanted.
To question if it was all a game to you.
To question if I have deserved the pain.
To question if that is all I will ever experience.
Is it so wrong to want to love and be loved in return?
Healthily?
Everlastingly?
Maybe I'm just a dreamer,
Lost, with my head in clouds,
And a pillow full of dreams.
YOU ARE READING
Open Wounds
PoetrySome wounds have healed. Some are new. And some are reopened. They get larger and deeper. More painful. What will become of these open wounds? The healing process is hard, Tedious, Strenuous, But it is worth it.
