Bittersweet pt. 2

The worst feeling in the world is feeling worthless to someone who means the world to you.

I love you more than my insecurities.

I love you more than my fears.

I love you more than my jealousy.

I love you more than our past.

I love you more than any fight.

I love you more than any hurt.

I love you more than our mistakes.

I love you more than I can say.

I love you more-you need to believe that.

I hate being so confused by myself that I hurt other people.

Relationships can suck.

But they can also be the best thing in the world,

When you fight for love together.

The ink runs deep into my veins.

A world of love and hope and pain.

I write and write to get it down.

A shout for help without a sound.

I hope I’m not the only one,

Who lives in dark yet loves the sun.

The ink that’s coming from my heart,

Is far from perfect but it’s a start.

A start to here a start to there.

A start for anyone anywhere.

To know this hurt is not the end,

To look right here when you need a friend.

We are not things that need to be fixed.

We are people that long to be loved.

This country may be the land of the free,

But we are in shackles.

The bonds of poverty

The chains gender

The restriction of race

The cleaves of religion

The boundaries of opinion

The trammels of the home of the brave.

Love is a deadly spiral.

They had better be worth it.

It wasn’t until they told me that my bones were sticking out

That I realized how little food I had put inside my mouth.

The cages held around my heart were sticking out my skin

And I didn’t even notice that I’d got to be so thin.

It wasn’t till they told me I needed to eat more

I noticed when I stood, I nearly wound up on the floor.

The spine holding me up became rocky as a hill,

and every crook and cranny was there for you to feel.

It wasn’t ’til they told me that this was not okay,

That I began to truly see

What I’d ignored every day.

©2018