That's my problem.

My problem is that I give.
I give until I have nothing left,
and then when I’m a fraction of myself,
I wonder why this is.
My problem is that I love.
I love without so much as a thought
of being loved back, and then when
they don’t love me back, I’m heartbroken.
They teach you about drugs;
pills, powder, injections.
They teach you about alcohol,
and its addiction.
But they didn’t teach me about that need,
inside of me to fit in, to be seen.
They didn’t tell me it’d chew me up,
and spit me out.
See, they didn’t tell me about love,
or giving until you have nothing left
in hopes of fitting in, in hopes
of feeling something so magical
it’s like you’re drowning.
So I gave until there was nothing left,
and they took without so much as a thought about their theft.
And I loved, loved until I thought I’d run out,
wasting it on people who didn’t care or deserve it.
That’s my problem. 

Reviews

[Lexi Richard]

They teach you about alcohol,
and its addiction.
But they didn’t teach me about that need,
inside of me to fit in, to be seen.

This part was my favorite. The emotion in this is so raw and powerful, and your word choice is so expressive. I love this piece and how you mingle romantic ideas with such dark ones like pain, drugs, addiction, etc. Very well written, I enjoyed this immensely.

[Kiana]

Thank you so much! It means a lot seeing that someone has enjoyed something I've written! I really appreciate it :)

[Lexi Richard]

You're welcome! This is a beautiful piece, I can't wait to read more by you:)

[Kiana]

Thank you! :) Hope to have more out soon