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Apr 2019
Me
I can easily forgive others
I love being around them
Make them laugh, if I can
Lend a hand if needed
And always listen
And all these years
Im still left wondering
Is there some love left
For someone like me?
Can I ever love myself
Like I ever loved others?
Will I ever listen and care
As delicately and passionately
As I would with others?
Perhaps, neglect is the perfect word
A word that best embodies it
Neglect to what is needed
What I am craving
What I've been longing
From what I thought
I could get from others
Is already within me
Only failing to realize
That loving me
Is not an option
But a must
Written by
Tin
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