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A Poem by rbeaini

I’m sorry you had to be the one to make me let all of this out

I’ve been hurting for years

You helped me find my way out


You were an angel sent to me

I bet you never knew

You’re the person I loved

I made my life about you


I learned that I need to care about me and put all my love into myself

Because all of these years I’ve given all of my love and poured it all out 


I don’t know how to love in balance I either pour my heart out or I just give none 

Love has hurt me so bad that I feel really done


I don’t want to be with anyone or let anyone in

I can’t think of being with someone 

No one can convince their way in


I want to focus on me and love myself so dearly

So I can teach the next man how to love me and treat me 


When you love yourself and care for who you are you set an example of how you want to be treated

You’ll know your gut instincts right when you’re greeted


You’ll know a yes or a no just listen to your gut

I swear this s**t has made me so intuitive, no ands, if’s, or buts


If my gut tells me no or something is off

Listen to that s**t, don’t turn it off 


Never discredit your gut feeling, always follow

Your body picks up on a vibrational level

That’s something you need to swallow


Your soul always knows before your mind can even think

So always listen to your gut feeling, don’t even think


Your mind tries covering up the truth but your mind is a trick

It will never be able to convince your soul, your soul is stubborn and thick

 

We need to sit still in silence

Listen to your heart beat and quiet your mind

The role of becoming still is you are more awake

When you’re more aware, you won’t make that mistake


The mistake is to go with your mind and let that s**t ramble

Become aware, stop it and recreate a new bamble 

Bamble of thoughts, think positive ones, focus on your dream

Listen to nature music, a motivational speech or a live stream


Redirect your thought pattern so you do not fall into this spiral,

This spiral of negative thinking

If you do not catch yourself 

You will keep sinking 


K I need to work I keep on writing

It’s like these words don’t stop 

They strike me like lightning 


I don’t even think, this is the s**t that just rolls 

But I’m off to work, I need to work on my goals 


If you judge me there's some stuff you need to address 

Because you judge others when you haven’t cleared some things off your chest


So clear what you need to, find a way to get it out

Writing is my drug, my therapy, it’s my only way out.


Onelove.

© 2017 rbeaini


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Added on August 28, 2017
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rbeaini
rbeaini

Toronto, Canada



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