Why do we hold onto things that make us sad?
Talk to those who make us mad?
Why do we look for happiness in others?
When we know it’ll only cause us to suffer?
Why do we put someone else’s needs ahead of our own?
Is it because we believe it’ll help out self love grow?
Why do we stay with people who don’t care?
Is it because we just want someone, anyone, to be there?
I care so much for others
To the point where I become a bother
I feel everyone’s pain; I’m too empathetic
Yet I’m numb to my own; it’s deeply embedded
I can love anyone despite what they’ve overcome
To love myself, though, has been the hardest thing I’ve done
He put a match to her heart
And watched it slowly set aflame
He toyed with her emotions as if it were one big game
He led her on, made her believe in happily ever after
Little did she know, it would all end in disaster
She showered him with compassion and kindness
Even loved the worst parts she could find in him
It was never enough
He walked away and left her heart to disintegrate
She’s still waiting for her love for him to dissipate
(Edited & re-posted)
In order to see clearly you have to lose it all
In order to succeed you first have to fall
To feel love you must feel sadness and sorrow
To let go of the past is to live for today and tomorrow
For a heart to mend it first had to break
Then you can begin to fix every last mistake
To know happiness you must first feel pain
Most times these two come together; they can be one in the same
Her eyes were bright like embers
The color of fallen autumn leave
She’s certainly the prettiest girl I’ve seen
Her legs moved gracefully, her skin so smooth
The orange leaves sway with her every move
She has hair so kinky and marvelous
And a spirit so free and adventurous
Floating away from me
Just like the beautiful autumn leaves
Her heart feels like it hasn’t been whole
A piece of her went missing some time ago
Things that once brought her joy don’t matter much now
She’s rarely happy; on her face she wears a permanent frown
Maintaining relationships has become somewhat of a chore
She enjoys her solitude, but her friends think she’s a bore
Getting out of bed most days seems like an impossible task
Unwilling to face the world, she puts on a cheerful mask
She tries to cover her scars and hide her emotions
Not wanting to show how badly she is broken
A love so deep it runs through your veins
Sharper than any ounce of pain
Connection so real it feels like fiction
Craving more would be an addiction
A touch so gentle it puts you at ease
Lighter than the cool morning breeze
A kiss so warm it fills your whole body with love
Bright and beautiful like the sky above