Life is an endless poem unrhymed. Relish its sweetness and crisp, recite or write it as you may.

Let me be

Leave. I don’t want to talk. Not now.
This surely will pass, but for now, please, just let me be.
I thought you only want nothing but happiness for me,
 But you refuse to grant me the tiniest comfort and security.

I need to learn to love myself first, before I expect others to love me as me.
I expect that my self love, will exude, heap out and spill over
 Until others around me will feel shame not to treat and do me the same.

Being in love is different from being loved.
Loving and caring are two interchangeable words
But they are never the same.
You can figure to love a person, but never feel care for her.

You can busy your life with things you deem important,
Yes, they are important to you, but they will remain as things,
You can never be as important to them.

Go away, leave me alone.
I was named after an element, not of an apology.
 So, would you please, stop calling me, "Sorry"? 
 Sympathy, compassion, loyalty; the three things I need most but from you, I never had.

I tire of your post-remorse and bribery.
 I long for sincerity and compassion.
I long for passion, passion that you had long since lost and forgone.


- 09 / 18/ 13 ; 7.40AM

  
  



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