the value of your own worth

I thought she was a perfect match
So striking the way she lit up my face that fast
The spark was brilliant, but the flame didn’t last
Nights out drinking turned into pain and wrath
And each injury sustained was simply bandaged and wrapped
Not even healing before the next lashing overlapped
Till finally one day my bones gave out and smashed
I wondered if I would ever be the same after that
Looking at the pain from the gash
I felt my burnt hands would never be able to maintain in their grasp
An endless love that would stay lit instead of burning out and blaming a draft
I realized that I was looking for a match that would last
To feed an addiction that spread like a cancerous path
Because I felt like I was just a cigarette and only worthy of the ash
Not realizing that I am candle and am made out of wax
So instead of choking, that’s when I let out a gasp
And promised to give myself much more than that
What hurts the most is knowing I had stabbed my own back
But when you don’t know the value of your own worth you search for something that’s lack
And you will do anything to just keep what you might have had in tact

Candles are meant to shine light into lives not be discarded in the trash
So I lived for a while on my own because in order to heal you must cast
And when I took it off I realized that what I was missing was a simple fact
A lesson that only comes when we see ourselves outside of our box and our pack

We often mistake love for a quick fix and brilliant flash until it burns us and our lungs turn black
But true love is like a wick that melts with you and remains inside your heart as long as you last  

Author's Note

A story about my philosophies on love

Reviews

[Ruth]

It is like an addiction, isn't it? This is profound and intense love..biting! And well spoken..no words wasted!
xx

[An Ordinary Woman]

*true love is like a wick that melts with you and remains inside your heart as long as you last*

so true... and it's worth the wait!

you describe the heartache so well- this is painfully lovely.

[Christie Moses]

this is so profound S. Its filled with wisdom and lessons hard earned. The value of those lessons, despite the pain of learning them, is that you can now pass on that wisdom to others and maybe through your words, they can learn the same, and not have to learn the hard way.
Love is something that should burn slowly, and gently, forever. A person who says they love you, should never try and change you, hurt you, or make you feel less than what you are. True love holds eternal, and is accepting of all the faults and praises the strengths of a person, focusing on those.
I really love this one.

[Muse]

such an angry lover, very real with raw emotion, nice!

[lostboy]

i have stabbed myself in the back a time or two. know thyself and at least part of thy worth.not always easy but always best.

[sierra_jo]

Very gripping. Very striking. I love it!

[lisameryl]

shoaib,

Stunning and honest verse, emotion and imagery. I absolutely love this write.
I always thought you to be a phenominal writer and philosopher.

The following verses nailed it!:
"Candles are meant to shine light into lives not be discarded in the trash
So I lived for a while on my own because in order to heal you must cast
And when I took it off I realized that what I was missing was a simple fact
A lesson that only comes when we see ourselves outside of our box and our pack"

"We often mistake love for a quick fix and brilliant flash until it burns us and our lungs turn black. But true love is like a wick that melts with you and remains inside your heart as long as you last"

[SpokenWord]

The funny thing is that I believe love is alive and growing and changing. For as soon as we get a mental grip on it a new dynamic of it is introduced into the mix which then brings us even more enlightenment of what love is and means. People spend a life time seeking love outside of them self and you addressed this in your poem. If we seek love outside of who we are we will miss love every time and confuse something else as love.

Your poetry is close to you, I think anyone who reads you should come to the same conclusion. I feel the flow of your work is from your "soul" rather one exists or not. This flow is not based in talent for it is beyond the gift of writing and beyond that which the mind can learn. Most artist never tap into it and it is reflected in their writings while others tap into it and the art created is pure genius. A genius poet you are.

[Joiedevivre]

so full of inebriating truth i could choke on it!