I love you.
The words weigh heavy from my lips,
Though fall so lightly from yours.Those echoing words so clear yet jaded,
Heard a thousand timesSaid by so many
But meant so rarely.The feelings I seek, to be wanted,
Heard,
Loved,
So fleeting and out of reach.From mothers and fathers,
Brothers and sisters,
Nans, grandads, aunts and uncles.From current and old friends,
From lovers and exes,
From yourself to them.The words we hear so often,
That carry such a heavy meaning,
Can be thrown so light and empty.I long to feel those words.
I do not deserve these words,
The phrase with such weight and purity,
Wasted on the likes of me."I love you" I tell you,
With my full chest and smile."I love you" you tell me,
Your expression unreadable.I can't help but feel lost,
Like a moth without a light to follow,
Or a dog digging for a bone he never buried.I want to feel someone's love,
But I know I can't for I am me,
And therefore it is an impossibility.
18/9/22
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Poems?
PoesíaPoems. I wrote em. They're not good. (the newer ones are a bit better)