Recognition
stop insulting me
stop offending my views
stop focusing on how you feel
stop disregarding my naked feelings
stop focusing on how you feel about me
stop focusing on everything in this universe but how i feel
stop focusing entirely on yourself.
too, am i human.
i love you enough for the both of us,
and maybe that was my first mistake.
preparing your seat at the table with
care featured with happiness.
oh, no. it's okay.
in a blue moon in a world that only
receives brightness was it okay.
but i fed myself those lies whenever
my thoughts triggered to the fact that
you're seated at a table you don't contribute to;
that you don't sit at willingly.
now i learnt that how i love myself demonstrates to you how i should be loved.
what number i put myself on my own priority list influences what number i'll be on yours.
"you're so bloody selfish." you said when i finally brought up the topic of how i feel.
does self love perhaps equate selfish in your world?
if so, then you're the most selfish person i know.
baby, i'm not saying forget about yourself;
never consider yourself.
i'm just saying i'm here, too.
we're in this together,
so, quite frankly,
it's not always about
you.
YOU ARE READING
Escapism
Poetryit's better to write your thoughts down than voice them to deaf ears that lead to uninterested hearts.
