"don't go."
beautiful lies -birdysometimes i just want to say sorry
sorry for me
sorry for what i feel
sorry for what i can't bebut i just wish that i had the strength to be
enough
for each and everyonebut the truth is
i push them all away
i don't want anyone
i'm bruised
and my remedy lies in the pastcan't get that back
so i stay here
listening to the sweet words that they tell me
but they're all empty
they don't mean a thingi can't imagine a kiss from another
can't fathom romance
without my lovergive me a little time
and ill learn how to stop mourning
ill learn to stop cryingthough i write this with dry eyes
my heart
is still half empty insidei find peace in myself nowadays
because no one else gets to judge me like me
and i like me
sort ofand i never really did
sometimes i think i don't want love
because if i can't get them to like me for who i truly am
i want nothingi feel like no one will ever want me
because i don't want to fake anything
i survive on authenticity
and every day
i become a little more in love with the quirks of mehow could anyone else
beill never know
and im so secure on my own
that i don't want them to point out the first hand insecurities of melove might
have to take the backseat in my lifebecause i can't give myself away like how i did with her
im too afraid ill get hurtbut ive learned that i only ever want her to have the power to make me bleed
i don't want anyone else to see that
raw
angry
cold part of mebut i don't want to pretend or hide
so i stay by myself and wonder why
why can't i just go on dates with the people that want me?i feel so bored when they feed me words that i hardly understand
they're all compliments that i don't need
they think im so rare, so unique
because im a girl who cares more about philosophy than what's in my wardrobe or what's on my feetso rare
it's almost sickening
i am only what she made me
and now im just tiny pieces
trying to make myself love
when i just can'tim more content alone
than with someone else telling me pretty words
not used to that
never was a fanthat was my job
i don't need you to take chargei think im too independent to be loved
and i think being alone feels a lot more freeing than sadi used to want to be someone's someone so much
but now i just gave in
but i never gave upi love me
but im afraid that a stranger
can't see
what i see
they won't see my past
my bruises
or my needsthey will only see me
and i don't want anyone to depress me
because they don't like what they hear
they don't like the authenticity of mei don't feel like getting my heart stomped on by someone i hardly know
i don't need someone else to help me feel like im progressingthings like this take time
and until theni won't entertain the thought of someone new
because someone new
will never be like youand i acknowledges that
because i feel like they could be
but then i'd be discrediting my love for interesting beingsall quite lovely
all more than uniquei will love again
someday
regardless
of who they are
or where they've beenthere is no need to rush
i could die tomorrow
and i'd rather die being happy and honest
living in positivitythan forcing myself
to love
just to forget
the bruises that you left me••••
met a weird girl who told me she got engaged 2weeks after breaking up with her last gf
i said....
um....
why do you need someone else to move on?"i have attachment issues, but im and trying, and we're not engaged anymore, I'm just looking now."
i told her to be alone
and i told her to not talk to me anymore
because she needs to heal
i told her to not pursue anyone until you're 100% ready
and it will take a long time...told her to be patientor else you'll end up hurting more than one person
breaking two hearts at the same timei understand why she did it
but
it just left a bad taste in my mouth loltold a random stranger to mediate and go into nature
learn who you are
before you learn to love someonewow
i feel emotional
yup
gonna cry
good night
<3
YOU ARE READING
i'm loving, but who could love me?
Poesíapoetry about love i don't know a thing about that this should be interesting ••••• 3rd poetry book