There’s a constant yearning feeling, and a thought, so loud,
in another’s voice.
saying something disconcerting every time.
how i’m insufficient,
or how i’m embarrassing,
saying i cant trust anyone else,
making me feel like i cant trust myself.
i truly don’t understand where other peoples motives lie, nor where my own.
and i’m exhausted from trying so hard to prove myself everyday,
and still falling short every time.
i want so badly to be eased in the right direction.
i want my hand held,
i want the security of knowing that the world is more than just a place where i have to learn to be cruel and vindictive like everyone else.
i want someone to actually care.
to be kind.
to teach me to be kind again.
i don’t know,
i hope one day i can look back at this and laugh, because i’m finally in a better place.
May 12, 2024
May 12, 2024 at 3:26 PM UTC
i let my mind wander for miles and miles,
and always, i reach a dead end.
i think of your face,
your smile,
your taste,
the time we use to once spend.
everything’s different now
everything’s changed.
but im scared i still love you the same.
May 12, 2024
May 12, 2024 at 3:15 PM UTC
in a field of flowers
a flower stands still
looking the same
as every other will
in a field of color
with lots of room
there is no space
for change to bloom
in this field of beauty
this flower meddles
and wonders why
each flower has petals
in a field of judgment
and rules and stares
this little flower
does what no one else dares.
in a field of eyes
she takes off her petals
despite the judgment
that always unsettles
in a field of reactions
that differs upon each
this little flower explains
the lesson she wishes to teach
each flower stands the same
yet each is unique
for beauty is natural
and it’s not to critique
Apr 7, 2020
Apr 7, 2020 at 7:39 PM UTC