i regret every moment i put you as a lower priority
you are mission number one, forever and always
i guess i call it my show of affection
and you call it clinginess
there's nothing wrong with that
i want to do more, and show everyone, everything
that i will never give you up
tried and true love isn't for me
i need to give everything i have
give up everything to just show
that the main thing i look towards
is you
painstakingly throwing bits and parts
off the cliff
trying to make myself less likely to collapse
after a simple, silly mistake
but I don't know anymore
im hurt and I want to give it all still
have i not hurt myself enough?
giving everything only to be smacked down?
shut down by everyone i truly did want and desire?
no, apparently
but
ill hurt myself as much as i need to
to make you know the only thing i care about, truly
is you
your energy gets me going in the afternoon
your eyes make me want to kiss you
your face makes me want to hold you
your voice gives me a reason to continue
and i sit in my not so often dreams
holding you, and giving you
the love i never had
but had always desired
and when i play with you, i feel so confused
as to how i can do anything with you
and you really, truthfully loving and appreciating
my gesture of affection
i don't want to lose you
ever
YOU ARE READING
I'll Be Fine (pt. 2 of 2)
Poetrypoetry showing my stress. relieving, coping, really. continuing to add poems, sometimes daily. use this as place to talk about your own frustrations and dances with pain and strife
