Love Me.

Love Me.

A Poem by alwaysmovefast

I 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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This is lovely. I remiinds me of my own doubt the feeling of being not good enough.
"at night when I lay my heavy head on my pillow, I smile

because he loves me."

It rings so true for me and the whole poem really hit home. Well done.



Posted 14 Years Ago



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Added on September 15, 2010
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