Why would I turn down the chance to finally be loved again?
That feeling others may call love.
No, love is just an action to me, it was compassion perhaps that I felt.
But if they really knew me would they still show compassion towards me?
I try to replicate this feeling, find something else I feel compassion for.
Nothing, that feeling cannot be replicated into the same way I felt for you.
Undescribeable, slight panic, yet somehow beautiful.
It makes you happy to have that feeling.
It makes you feel safe.
But if he really loves you, how can you tell?
And what if I dont know who he is on the inside?
Is there a solution?
Time, acceptance, or maybe see just how hard he might try for you?
~Morgan H.
5/18/18
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poems bc I can
Poetrylove, pain, and of course dreams. interested? go ahead, read. enjoy :)
