No one could be as selfish as me;
Especially when you look at her with
loving eyes
and thoughts filled with only her.
& I hate the fact that I know
& I hate the fact that you don’t know that
I want you with me.
But what I hate most is encouraging you-- telling you
to go get her.
To dance with her,
to talk to her,
to love her more than you do now.
My selfishness only grows more
along with your adoration for her.
I admit that
I do enjoy the attention
despite not showing emotions.
It shows you do notice me
that you acknowledge me for once.
I only wish that I’d have your attention for
at least once everyday
if it isn’t too much to give..?
But I think I’m the most selfish when
I believe that this rope
will give me some relief
from this hell we call life.
Or this razor
to slit across my neck
to ease the pain
by the words
blocking my throat(perhaps drowning would be a better solution).
‘Cause keeping silence has become too much
& I just want die.
Then will you love me
& give me some of your time,
If you knew how I felt, deep down inside?
YOU ARE READING
[ :: Poem Collection :: ]
PoetryIf you didn't figure it out already, I add to my collection of poems whenever the mood hits me. So expect a ton of emotional poems, depressing & not. Some will have mature language, some won't.