Hear Me

So full of doubt,

Like a frightened dog,

I cower,

Slowly approaching,

Begging for your love.

Wanting the love,

But fearful of the hurt.

Not receiving enough,

Listen to me,

Fucking hear me.

The way you laugh,

As if my feelings are nothing,

Nurture the doubt that’s ever growing.

A new you,

I miss the past.

The devotion was so overwhelming,

Never did I question its reality.

It’s truth.


I’m sinking in my worries.

Strangling myself with my own thoughts.

Whispers of destruction,

Float by my ears.

Am I holding on too tight?

Loosen my grip,

Never completely letting go.

No more desperation.

What will be,

Will be.

What’s the worse that can happen?

Either way I am free.

**(Image From: http://illusion.scene360.com/uncategorized/42599/art-it-is-never-too-late/)**


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