I need to turn this sadness into poetry
So it will mean something and be worth it.
How can medicine make me happy
When all that I want is your arms around me
You are ruining my life but you are unaware.
Why
Am I not enough for you
Is my laugh too loud
Does my beauty scream out to you
are you afraid
Of falling for the girl who could change everything
Or
Are you simply that oblivious?
It turns out that I am enough
For you
For me
And for everyone.
I cannot make you realize this
But your feelings, or lack thereof,
Do not determine my worth
Or my immeasurable sense of life.
I want to live
And you are preventing me from that as of now
So I suppose
That it is time
For me to stop focusing on you
And to start focusing on
Me
Wherever that may lead.
I’m ready to let go
Of you
And the things that I know
I will venture into new territory
Explore the beauty around me
Its time to stop chasing people
And to start chasing what I want in life.