nothing else but my heart's desire [COLLECTION] | FINISHED

A tribute to loneliness - ORIGINAL POEM

Too complex to explain, too busy to note it down, I'll keep it locked in the treasure chest of lost art, of writings never meant to be, which have long since been buried, their map and key too lost to the recesses of time and neglect.

Complicated it feels,
How troublesome this road has become,
Stayed far too long on this bumpy journey,
Until the moment where I can leave finally comes.

Complex such feelings,
For him and her, and you and I,
So I'll write it all down and forget the ways I was hurt,
And felt cheated, betrayed and to me I was lied.

And I write still, more words to cover the pain, as I write on the road, walking farther and farther until my feet bleed. Lost and unsure, not knowing when this pilgrimage will end, but I'll know it when I see it, that's all there is to it at this moment in time.

Complicated and messy, that's what they all say,
But I no longer remember what it was like to feel all I had then,
So I'll dig deeper to find the secrets I buried long ago,
So I can convey them in text, immortalise them, as a looking glass back to why and when.

To the end of the story, flicking to the last page,
To end on a high note, to measure my worth in a worthy sentence,
Though all I can say is that it never felt like enough,
When all I ever wanted was to be cared for, in the here and now, for all time, in the past tense.

I wanted you to love me, I wanted to be adored, but it matters not from now until the end of life as we know it, because I care only that I am remembered for my good deeds, and that I made others feel as I wanted to feel, to connect and share, to revel in the feeling of loss, in/as a crowd of lonely people.