We're fading away.
No talks, no touch
whats left of us?
I know my insecurities bother you and I wish I wasn't so uncool
maybe i'd stop giving a damn about
what they think about me.
I know its not too late.
There's still time to change
but I'm still the old me who's stuck in an old book case,
trying to figure out how the story goes after they break,
and trust me I'm trying.
I really am.
But it's hard when for years I've cringed seeing my reflection in the mirror,
to suddenly see the same reflection with love and care
but I'm getting there.
even if, even if you're not here to see.
I'll learn to love me.
even if I would be the same once again if you walk away.
I'll change. and I'll love myself right
Just so you would love me too.
and even if you leave,
I'm going to spend all of your love that you gave to me
...on myself too.
I deserve it
Every last bit of love, I do.
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Silence and Sins
PoetryNone of us are the same. Every mind different, Every body different, Every soul different. but funny isn't it, that yet here we are, Agreeing. Feeling. Knowing. Understanding. Just what those lines mean, written by a single person. because we've...
