Tuesday, November 15, 2011

I Hate

I Hate
I hate it when I'm not good enough,
I hate it when I don't try hard enough,
I hate it when you don't think of me,
It's because I'm not good enough to you.
I think about you every day,
I think of you with every word I say,
But,
Do you do the same?
Without words of reassurance,
I hate myself for not trusting you,
I hate myself for not believing you,
I hate myself for,
Well,
Not being enough for you.
I hate when I can't be there for you,
And I hate myself for being so jealous.
I hate it.

Thursday, November 10, 2011

Love?

Love?
I told myself I wouldn't fall,
Or fall to that extent.
I hope that I will saftely pick myself up,
Or see another person fallen with me,
So we can build from the roots.
I don't really know this feeling.
It feels unlike the first time.
It feels,
Different.
I really can't explain this feeling.
The thought of you,
In my mind,
Over and over,
With almost anything I do.
The replay of your soft skin,
Brushing on mine,
The want to just hold you,
And say I love you.
But I've been holding back,
These sensitive words,
Because I'm afraid it's premature.
But I think now might be the right time,
I can only hope you feel the same,
And I can only hope this will last forever.
Could this be,
The famous thing called love?

Saturday, November 5, 2011

Heartache

Heartache
Have you felt it before?
I haven't,
Until now.
I think.
A pain in your chest,
A sudden weakness in your muscles,
A sudden sadness takes over your mind.
My breath draws quicker,
And more shallow.
I suddenly picture all the events,
All in vain?
I'm not sure.
I don't know what this feeling is.
But it's starting to hurt.
I hope this isn't heartache.