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To Hold onto
Lost without a solid kind of love
Solid love is the kind you need to hold onto, attach your self to
In order to feel alive and whole
Love that's solid, I'm yearning for it every second I breathe.
I forget to breathe right, my spinning mind won't stop whining without it
Quick gasps for air inbetween, days,weeks, months.
I'm left questioning what's my purpose without the feeling?
I'm left questioning my lack of clarity that I should have had already.
I'm falling out of love, I want to cry.
My whispering confusion haunts me,
Becon' s me through strangers, I don't own
Who spell out dissappointment, despair
Strangers who pass by me shuffling around me like a deck of cards
Why are they all there only to name my troubles, play with my fears.
Strangers who unexpectedly moan and groan out at me.
I didn't ask them to mirror my every insecurity!
Stop! Stop! I want to scream at everyone
I struggle to ignore them lurking in my grief
Strangers who try to baracade me away from my troubles
But it doesn't help, only makes it worse
Strangers who take in my strengths
Who celebrate it only for a moment
But then send me back to my suffering pain cause it wasn't theirs to hold onto.
Solid love is the kind you need to hold onto, attach your self to
In order to feel alive and whole
Love that's solid, I'm yearning for it every second I breathe.
I forget to breathe right, my spinning mind won't stop whining without it
Quick gasps for air inbetween, days,weeks, months.
I'm left questioning what's my purpose without the feeling?
I'm left questioning my lack of clarity that I should have had already.
I'm falling out of love, I want to cry.
My whispering confusion haunts me,
Becon' s me through strangers, I don't own
Who spell out dissappointment, despair
Strangers who pass by me shuffling around me like a deck of cards
Why are they all there only to name my troubles, play with my fears.
Strangers who unexpectedly moan and groan out at me.
I didn't ask them to mirror my every insecurity!
Stop! Stop! I want to scream at everyone
I struggle to ignore them lurking in my grief
Strangers who try to baracade me away from my troubles
But it doesn't help, only makes it worse
Strangers who take in my strengths
Who celebrate it only for a moment
But then send me back to my suffering pain cause it wasn't theirs to hold onto.
Published 13th Jun 2019
| Edited 16th Jun 2019
Author's Note
This poem is about being addicted to the feeling of being in love and the constant need you have to experience the feeling and how without it you feel lost or without purpose and how your loss and sad emotion gets twisted and reflected back through strangers you run into on the street who show you negative or positive images of yourself and how upsetting this can be.
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13th Jun 2019 3:41am
