Guilty of hurting
I often feel ashamed of my love
and the pain that comes with it
The vulnerability of opening up to someone and knowing
knowing
that they could turn it against you
at any given time
You give a part of you away
that can never be returned
It leaves an emptiness
Which burns when not replaced
But the burning hurts less
than keeping the part of you
that begs to be theirs
Why are those considered weak who feel?
How does that make sense?
Am I weak for giving
when I could risk loosing all?
Or does it just make me stupid?
Id rather be stupid than weak.
Thanks to you society I guess
Another one of your great rules.
Funny how something that dissolves every inch of your body and tears you apart
Is the thing that keeps you together
I would keep holding onto it a live time
Always in the back of my pocket
Like a little bird as my companion
So I’d never be fully alone
For the one I would die.
For him I would live.
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Impulsive love poem I wrote out of feelings I suppressed for too long.

















