I sit here
And read
The poem
The art
Of a friend
Alone
And Isolated.
This, I understand.
Understand?
I FEEL.
I have no pity
For those who I love
Because I have learned to love those
Who let me love them.
I have learned to love those
Who have learned to love me.
They feel as though they are ALone, ISOlateD, INsecure, PITIful, stUPid, worthLESS, nothing.
FRIend
BESTFRIend
BOYFRIend
GIRLFRIend.
end.
They feel as though there is no one there for them.
But love isn't the only thing that's blinding,
So is pain.
Many are so broken,
So in pain,
That they are blinded
By the tears some lose
By trying to help the many.
Not Rough, Hot tears that stream down a lost lover's face,
But they soft, slow, gentle tears
Of a girl
Who is invisible
And even though I'm here
Right here
RIGHT IN FRONT OF YOU
You do not spare mean glance.
I have loved you,
Since you have told me that you have loved me,
And I believed you.
Was I wrong?
ACCUSATIONS, Hurt, tears, PAIN, I am not trying to cause.
I only want to know
Was I wrong?
Written in January 22, 2015, 6:10 pm
[~S~]
I know not where this little improvised poem will take me. But I am not scared. Because I have spoken the truth, and nothing but the truth. And that's all that matters.
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