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"You don't have to say it back" This phrase plagues my mind, taunts my heart and haunts my soul. My beliefs are a window into the world I come from. Like a father's simple switch; The one shown outwardly isn't the same as the one in his house. If everything I do, everything I don't do, makes me feel like I ****** up. How can I feel worthy of your love? I will always love you. But there is never any pressure to say it back. Hiding my pain. Helping others with theirs. Taking on others' burdens, hoping praying that I don't become one of them. It has always been, and will always be... A cycle. Love has always felt like a cycle. A recognizable pattern, always noticed too late. I love you. I tolerate you. I'm tired of you. Like a toy to a child, I will grow stale. Doomed to being left to rot once a newer, better toy arrives. I want this feeling to end. I want to hear you say you love me, and I want to wholeheartedly believe you. But how can I When I'm not worthy of your time? Like a child to her father, I will always love you. But like a father to his child, You don't have to say it back. ... ... ... But my heart heals when you do.
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Nov 7, 2024
Nov 7, 2024 at 1:17 AM UTC
(Don't) Say It Back
"You don't have to say it back" This phrase plagues my mind, taunts my heart and haunts my soul. My beliefs are a window into the world I come from. Like a father's simple switch; The one shown outwardly isn't the same as the one in his house. If everything I do, everything I don't do, makes me feel like I ****** up. How can I feel worthy of your love? I will always love you. But there is never any pressure to say it back. Hiding my pain. Helping others with theirs. Taking on others' burdens, hoping praying that I don't become one of them. It has always been, and will always be... A cycle. Love has always felt like a cycle. A recognizable pattern, always noticed too late. I love you. I tolerate you. I'm tired of you. Like a toy to a child, I will grow stale. Doomed to being left to rot once a newer, better toy arrives. I want this feeling to end. I want to hear you say you love me, and I want to wholeheartedly believe you. But how can I When I'm not worthy of your time? Like a child to her father, I will always love you. But like a father to his child, You don't have to say it back. ... ... ... But my heart heals when you do.
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Nov 7, 2024
Nov 7, 2024 at 1:17 AM UTC
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