Too MuchA Poem by TattianaThis I wrote about a year or two ago.Tired...I think too much, I talk too much... Indulged in stupid fantasies instead of reality, so emotional, so very emotional, so young and naive, so dark and all too complicated... Why do I put myself in these situations? through this hell? I'm sick of being a teenager alone, while time goes by quickly for those who aren't, my clock stays stuck in times of darkness, wallowing in the shadows, crying out waiting to be noticed, found, loved, repaired by a horologist... But still nobody fully understands... Nobody has the time... Too poetic, too strange and clingy, too much of a wack job with too many issues for anyone to stick around; but I don't blame them... Who would want to?... I'm nothing significant... There are many who are not like me... Beautiful, with all springs still in tact...while here I am, too broken and damaged in more ways than one... Just too much of a burden to handle or care for, to think of or remember... Is there any sweet time left for me? or will alone I remain... As I fall and break slowly, watching all be taken and occupied as is always my case... A forgotten object... Will I ever be carried out of this wasteland into a warm pocket of security? Am I to ever be polished and new again? To feel wanted and appreciated by gentle hands? Honest hands? Pure hands? To know that I am more than just an object by just a gleam of an astonished eye?... Is there such a thing for me?... the synchronized ticking of two hearts?... Togetherness? So far it seems... such an unreachable mythical phrase... Because even at this moment in time... I am just too much... Even for myself
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