Poetry From A Broken Mind

Like This

Is it bad to feel like this,

This overwhelming sense of lonely

And feel this kind of longing for someone

Who can truly love all my brokenness?

There are tears I cry

That are for the love I never had;

The boyfriend I had was never mine

And the words he said and promises he made were empty.

I never wanted it

But sometimes I can't help myself.

I want to have it so bad, but

Feel as though I can't have it.

It leaves me tearful and sad,

Makes it so hard to live, knowing

That I will never know what it is like

To be like that, like what other people are like.

I crave the most innocent of things

With another soul; hands with fingers interlaced,

Hugs that feel like home, kisses that send you to another universe,

And, most importantly, someone who can love me, brokenness and all.

I dream of someone who can love me like this,

The kind of love that can heal without hurting,

The kind of love that is innocent, but

Also leaves you breathless.

But maybe I am not allowed

To have this love for my own.

Maybe this kind of love is for me to

Only watch and long for from afar...

Maybe I am cursed to

Never have one to call my own

Or to ever have kids to love better

Than I was ever 'hated'.

Maybe I was cursed

To love from afar,

Never to be truly loved,

Or too scared to love like that.

I would give the person

That decided to love even the most broken parts of me,

Because we all know how hard it is to love

And nurture someone who is so broken.

But maybe it is fate

To stay unloved;

Maybe it is supposed to be like this, being the one

Who is always there for others, but will never find love.

It's bad not to feel like this,

To feel the pain of lonely;

I am to constantly long for someone

Who could possibly love all of my broken pieces?