Love Poetry ✓

17.

Hold on,

I'm running...

I don't wanna stay outside,

But the truth is

I'm dying inside.

There's a limit —

to how long I can wait,

to how much I can take...

At this rate...

you've made so many mistakes.

And I remained blind like a fool,

but now I'm awake.

I'm tired —

of always doing things for your sake.

Adjusting to your will,

pretending I'm not easy to break.

My emotions suppressed,

my heart in distress.

You made me feel like I didn't belong,

until someone else helped me to claim my power,

showing me how to be strong.

The truth is you're confounding,

wrapped up in resentment and confusion —

A vision that was once intact,

now constantly clouding.

Despite all my apprehensions —

I only had the best intentions.

In your case,

I always seemed to miss —

the honorable mentions.

But the truth is

Your reflection is warped.

Cold, unfeeling, you fell short.

From my introspection,

you just wanted me to be concave.

You were the one drowning —

but I decided that I was the one,

who needed to be saved.