UnknownA Poem by rbeainiI’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 Last Updated on August 28, 2017 AuthorrbeainiToronto, CanadaAboutI figured maybe it was time to stop buying journals and just type out how I feel because I type quicker than I write. This is my online journal more..Writing
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