Love Me.A Poem by alwaysmovefastI keep telling myself that he loves me. He loves me. He loves me. He loves me. But no matter how many times I repeat it to myself, I can't see why. He calls me beautiful, I feel ugly. He says I'm sweet, I feel evil He tells me that I care, I care too much. I am never enough for me and yet, at night when I lay my heavy head on my pillow, I smile because he loves me. Because he sees a beauty within me that I cannot progress. Tomorrow is a different day but the same routine is vivid and fresh. I look in the mirror and negativity radiates through my eyes. "He loves me" I repeat to my sad and regretful reflection. He loves me. He loves me. He loves me. So love me, me. Love me. See what he sees and cherish it. Love it. Caress it. Feel what he feels when he listens to my voice and experience his heart when it beats to the same rhythm as mine.
Touch your face and recognize the light that illuminates when his smile is your doing. Look in your eyes and take in the unspeakable words that shout so loudly, deafening sounds are beautiful. Love me, me. Love me.
Love me completely and entirely. Love me throughout this God given body. Love me, me. Love me for all that you were, for all that you are, for all that you wish to be. Love me, me. Love me. © 2010 alwaysmovefast |
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