"Look at me"
I've ask.
After living things that could fill me with hate, I begged you to remain me with that pretty eyes of yours that I can be loved.
"It's alright, it's not going to hurt anymore"
You said, my heart sooth a little the curse of the fears.
Reapeting that gentleness words, this time alone, while this aching soul burning my body, I try to do the magic you used to do.
Watch me becoming what I want myself to be, I've begged.
Filled in fears.
But too many tears were making her uneasy to see anything at all.
And how selfish to ask love from someone that can't love themselves.
But I love you so much, unable to say it out loud.
A path so dangerous, caring for someone is such a draining way to slowly loss yourself.
Losing who I've find home inside.
Someone who can't help me, cause it's not his job.
"Look at me"
At the mirror I begged myself to be strong as much as I always should have been.
But I can't find safety inside that reflection.
Depending on anyone that goes on my way.
Then losing again what I thought was all.
Depending on other's words.
I finally understood I was myself someone to me.
Finding a fragile support inside me.
A home without walls, the cold hurting my skin
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Called home
Poetrywhat do you call home? a place, a person or a memory? maybe a song, a picture still inside your room... maybe them all, maybe nothing can let yourself feel calm enough to call it home. A lot of different scenarios with different experiences, what w...
