Life Beneath The Words At Play

Love does not exists

It's impossible to love
something that does not exist.
Did I disappear?
There's no love for me
when I'm gone.
But I'm still here.
I expected to get flowers
at my funeral,
even just a single rose
from the grocery store floor,

but why should anyone do that
for a person who is invisible?
Why would you spend
your thoughts on a ghost
who you do not know?

I haunt this place,
and no one here knows my name. They call me dear or darling to make up for their lack of memory.
I just smile and move on.
It's as if they couldn't care,
not when I'm still here.

They pretend to see me
when their staring
right through me.
They tell me all the pretty lies because that makes up for
the cake they never made
when it was my birthday.
You can't love someone
who's not there.
You can't claim your flowers
when there's none there.

You can sit around and wait
as the tears run dry,
and your heart goes numb
just as your brain
starts to shut down
or open your eyes
and face the reality
instead of hoping for a fantasy
that maybe one day
you'll be enough to be loved.

Maybe another day
they'll bring flowers to your grave. Maybe, just maybe,
they'll realize that you're gone
and shed a tear or two
before they wipe them away
and continue on
with the life they live.

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This was a sad one. Inspired by Trisha Paytas(she's everywhere, I can't escape). She was very open about her feeling of feeling unworthy and unlovable and I felt I could try my best to potray that emotional state after you're too numb to realize that there's always better on the way, even if it never happens right away.

I mean, look at Trish now. She always wanted to be a mother, and she felt she could never be one, and now she's married with two kids. It really shows how life can take time to start getting better.

You're always loved even if you don't feel or see it all the time.
You have always been worthy.

Have a great day or night!