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Words a Mother Never Heard (Wattys2016)

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A young woman who was always the life of the party, quick to tell a joke, always smiling and happy, tragically dies at age 23. What her mother found after her death reflected a much different young woman, her poetry. Her words showed a young woman c...

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I Want

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by NikkiDAllen

by NikkiDAllen

I want.

Maybe the word need is more appropriate.

I need someone to love me.

To love me so much that he can't breath when I walk into a room.

He should yearn for the taste of my kiss.

Dream of holding me when I am absent and smother me when I am not.

Wake. Live. Breath ... for me.

Be willing to give up everything he has.

I want to look at him and see in his eyes the love he has for me.

That he is in love with me.

I want him to laugh at my jokes, even if they aren't funny.

I want to lie with him on a blanket and watch the clouds roll by.

I want him to watch me sleep.

Kiss my eyes before he wakes me.

Talk to me when I am asleep about how much he loves me.

Hold me when I am sad.

Teach me if I am unsure and learn when he is.

I want to give these things to him as well.

I want to feel the same way for him.

I want to know him better than he knows himself.

This is real.

This is me, lying here, crying

Because I don't have this.

There must be someone out there

Writing.

Thinking.

Dreaming or feeling what I am.

Yearning to have what everyone calls

"Too much".

Please come to me, tell me how you feel.

Let me love you the way you want to be loved.

I beg of you

Steal my heart.

Allow me to take yours.

I love you.

But who are you?

You?

Am I in love with you?

Good night my mysterious lover.

How intimate we are and

How silenced our emotions are kept.

Nichole felt her self worth was contingent on the acceptance of others. She couldn't grasp that she was an amazing person in and of herself. I truly believe that we were starting to get through to her until she finally started getting a little attention from the boy she had such a crush on. Unfortunately a little attention proved to be worse than no attention.

Thank you for reading Words A Mother Never Heard. I hope her words inspire conversation. If you are enjoying her poetry, please take a moment to vote. If you would like to ask any questions about Nichole, please do. I love talking about her.