Second ThoughtsA Poem by taboo.poetlove poemWhen I'm afar I feel it
like a longing in my being, to be held and look in his eyes because seeing is believing. But when I'm there and I look in his eyes sometimes I don't feel the sparks... the sparks that captured me in the beginning seem to dwindle in the dark. But when I'm away I hurt so much, wishing to lay in his arms, but once I'm there sometimes I wonder if he or I will just harm. I don't understand how I could be so betrayed by my very own feelings of love. It used to drag me in but now I wonder if it's just a drug... maybe pulling him into my arms is just an instinct, an addiction. The same dramatic and sad ways that I used to get attention. Why do I miss him so bad when he's gone but am not sure how I feel when he's there? Sure I giggle and laugh and smile, but is my heart really true and all there? What if he's not my love, my life, like I thought that he would be? What if I'm just going through the motions and am too blind to really see? I want this to work, I don't want things to change. But what if my teenage heart is just playing games. What if he feels this way too? Would he tell me if he did? There must be something wrong with me, an impulsiveness I must rid. I don't want to be one of those girls who can't stay long-term. I want him to be my man to love and to serve. It has only been a year and I shouldn't be tired yet. He is such a wonderful guy... I guess my needs aren't all met. But will they ever be? I truly don't know. Maybe I am broken just like that man told me so. © 2013 taboo.poetAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthortaboo.poetCAAboutI write poems about deep and controversial topics, and sometimes just things going on in my own mind and life. I'm an 18 year old who has been to hell and back and use poetry as a way to heal. more..Writing
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