Crush
The thought of beauty never crosses my mind when I think of myself,
Yet here these people are,
Willing to give their love,
Putting their hearts in the wrong place.
They see a pretty face and dripping energy,
Yet I see a mess and broken will.
They see a girl with a smile to match her attractive clothing style,
I see a girl with a mask and fancy clothes to make up for her lack of confidence.
They see a girl who jokes about mental health, yet she is the most caring person they know.
I see a girl who jokes about shit that bothers her to cope, but she also empathizes too much.
I ask for love.
I crave the feeling ever since I first found it.
But when these people,
These boys,
These girls,
Ask it of me,
I can't give it to them.
They see beauty whereas I see, myself.
I cannot love myself as much as you will love me.
And I have to love myself immensely before you can do the same, so I will have a friend when you decide to leave.
So I ask, please don't put your heart in the wrong place,
I'm not worth it.
Especially to you boys.
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Blind Poets
PoetryPoetry for those who find both comfort and discomfort in the dark. - Em Instagram: @em.g_4 WARNING This book includes references to sensitive topics such as suicide, depression, struggles with mental health and so on.
