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Have you ever realized
That you gotta live for yourself?
Has something ever hit you
Like a ton of bricks,
And when you bust through the rubble,
Brush yourself off,
You realize:
What the hell am I doing?
So what did you do
When that happened,
Or what would you do?
Anything?
Me?
You don't even have to ask.
I want what's best
No, not just for me;
For you, too,
Because, believe it or not,
I care about you, too.
Whether you've hurt me
Like no other, sticking a thorn
Through my heart
Where it's already bleeding,
Whatever I feel toward you,
Is something, nonetheless.
Whether I love you like
A brother or sister
And every moment with you
I hope is good and happy.
Whether I secretly like you
And I wish for eye contact,
A word or two,
Anything.
As long as I know you,
Or think I do,
I've staked you out;
I've pinpointed what I feel
About you.
And that means that, yeah,
I care about you.
But I'm not an angel,
And I'm not a Mother Theresa.
There are some people
Who just get the fire growing
In my heart, and you can
See it in my eyes
Like a nightmare.
And yeah,
I get hurt.
By you, or by you,
Or by you.
And then there are those
Who I could never live without.
A day without you
Is like the darkest, coldest night.
And I search for you,
Desperate,
Because I need what only
You can bring out in me,
What you can help me with,
And what you, alone,
Accomplished with me.
Loving.
And trusting.
You see,
I cannot stay stone-faced for long;
This stoicism can't always be there.
My guard can't always be up,
But you'll know when it is.
Sometimes, I need to feel
The pain I feel;
The sadness that threatens
To turn me inside-out;
The anger
That bloodies my knuckles
And bruises my bones
Before I ever touch anything;
The fear that wants to
Push me off the nearest bridge
And wait to hear that inevitable
"Splash";
The love that makes me who I am,
That trusts me with myself;
The disappointment
That lingers like a long face,
Forever distorted;
The hate that clouds
My vision;
and, of course,
The happiness
That makes me comfortable
Being myself.
These are all my masks,
My elaborate costumes
That I put on before I step
In front of you;
Behind you;
Beside you.
Everything you think I feel,
No doubt I really do.
But I know something,
Something that all of you know, too;
You and I, as human beings,
All feel these same emotions,
At one time or another.
You thought we were so different?
You thought I didn't understand you,
That I never would?
Don't flatter yourself, kid.
Because you and I,
Whether angels or devils,
Stereotypes or stereotypes,
Same or different;
We all fight a similar battle,
Because we all live,
Whether we open our eyes the next morning
Or we close our eyes
For the last time.
- Title: How I Live
- Artist: LilyLuff
- Description: It was difficult coming up with a title that wasn't too long; originally, I wanted to call it "Let Me hit You with My Best Shot," but, yeah, that was too long. I wrote this poem after a fairly emotional day, and it's probably one of the better ones - that I've ever written. So, you know. Enjoy. Or don't; that's okay, too. Take from it what you will.
- Date: 06/28/2013
- Tags: living emotions different similar beinghuman
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- Mr Bong Along - 08/03/2013
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Meanwhile in reality:
Guy: ******** you
Girl: ******** you to
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