This is not a poem of heartfelt emotions
Or of declarations of love.
This is a poem of me.
No longer will I be chained
To love's unending torture;
wishing and hoping
for the same devotion
my heart gives to you.
I will not adhere
to the burden of your perfection
I have placed upon myself.
I will simply be me.
With courage and confidence
I will break the heavy bonds of my hope.
I will burn the pretty picture
I've painted in my head
Of what we could have
Of what we might be.
I will look at who I am
And instead of wide-eyed dreaming
Of the life we could have,
I will love the girl I see in the mirror.
I will not want to alter her
Or change her in any way,
She will be everything I want her to be.
Then, I will finally achieve the perfection I long for.
Then, I will finally be free.
Sep 13, 2012
Sep 13, 2012 at 1:47 PM UTC
This is not a poem of heartfelt emotions
Or of declarations of love.
This is a poem of me.
No longer will I be chained
To love's unending torture;
wishing and hoping
for the same devotion
my heart gives to you.
I will not adhere
to the burden of your perfection
I have placed upon myself.
I will simply be me.
With courage and confidence
I will break the heavy bonds of my hope.
I will burn the pretty picture
I've painted in my head
Of what we could have
Of what we might be.
I will look at who I am
And instead of wide-eyed dreaming
Of the life we could have,
I will love the girl I see in the mirror.
I will not want to alter her
Or change her in any way,
She will be everything I want her to be.
Then, I will finally achieve the perfection I long for.
Then, I will finally be free.