I'm alone even when I'm not,
I've been so alone that I forgot.
What I lack is not a heart, not a broken piece, not a word, not a thought
What I lack is feeling love that I thought was real.
was promised.
was given.
What I forgot is that,
No matter the person, you get the love you give.
That is why I love everyone, too much.
But they aren't the right ones.
I need someone who knows it too,
You get the love you give,
And will love me too.
Will beg me to stay as I do them.
Will listen and not push, will listen and
Love me with no end.
(I'm meaning this with my family, but I hope you guys understand it with anyone who didn't love or care for you they should've.
have a wonderful day!)
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Poems of a broken artist
PoetryDifferent poems to work on helping myself and others. Mostly just to try something new. usually going to be sad but I like happy endings.