When you love someone more
You'll always feel pain.
The longer you do this, the more people you dish yourself out for, the more you'll feel it.
I thought one day I would be numb to it.
That it would heal enough to be the dull ache of a bruise,
Or a deep enough cut to have bypassed the nerves.
Over time however the pain has only made me bitter.
I love so freely
So openly
So deeply
But at what cost?
I know I would bleed for you,
Would die for you,
Kill for you....
But how can I live for you when I know you will never have the capacity to love me as ferociously as I have you.
In my head we will always be a different story. One with a happy ending where you love me just as much if not more.
But in real life,
In the morning or the dead of night,
While you're deciding if you can fall in love with me
I'm withering away.
When everyone has so much of me, but no one has ever once taken the time to give it back...
You may grow to want me but I'll be long dead by then.
And at my funeral you'll all say such beautiful things
Maybe the flowers will appreciate them when I no longer can.
C.G.
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No one is there
Поэзияpoetry book. all the things I've written that I could never say out loud. Some topics may be difficult for some people so check for disclaimers .
