Inspiration, clouded with a little love;
But more than I can say.
Motivation, that feeling of love.What can I say to you,
To make you know how I feel?
Less generic than 'I love you'.How can I tell you this,
Without you feeling alarmed?
What will you think of this?My thoughts are, "You deserve more than me,
Someone prettier, maybe."
But you're happy with me.I can't even my feelings
I'm scared of you running away
'Though you tell me you share my feelingsYou make me feel so wonderful
I can never say enough
You truly are so wonderfulInspiration, that's what you are to me;
But more than I can say.
Motivation, that's what you are to me.A/N: reading this made me feel weird as heck. I wrote this when I was dating a boy in high school. For almost three years, I dealt with emotional, psychological, and some sexual abuse that made me feel like I wasn't worth anything. When I wrote this, it felt like a love letter. Now, reading it so many years later, and knowing myself better, I can see that I was trying to make him be in love with me, and trying to make myself believe that he wasn't bad for me. Growing up is so interesting!
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A Book of Poems
Poetryjust a bit of me revealing myself to you *trigger warning* Some of these poems while speak of self harm, depression, suicidal thoughts and efforts, and abuse (sexual/enotional) please don't read them if they will case you problems. I am always here...