*Just a heads up, most of my poems are in a guy's perspective. Except for this first one.*
Trying
Finding love is hard enough,
when I have
no idea
what the hell it is.
Finding love got much harder,
when I realized
how much I
really needed it.
Finding love turned into a
sick joke,
when all I could do
was try and try.
And I try and try,
but I don’t know
what it is.
I’ve never known what it is.
But I try and try,
because I really want to know.
Finding love became a
tireless adventure
the moment I knew it wasn’t going to be easy.
Finding love is hard as hell,
but I’ll keep trying anyways.
Stop
I shouldn’t look at you anymore
with these eyes
that keep an expression of self-hatred.
I don’t want to think of you in any way,
but can’t help it when I pass you by
at some point each day.
I see you within crowds,
but that’s just a hallucination.
I wish that’s all your existence was,
but I have touched your face so many times before.
And maybe, just maybe,
I’ll fall out of love with you.
I’ve convinced myself
that you deserve better,
but I doubt that anyone else can make you happy.
I made you laugh
and I made you cry-
those faces I didn’t mind.
Stop reaching out to me already.
Have you grown attached?
You’ve rejected me so many times.
Please, leave me alone.
I want to forget you,
so stop trying to be my friend.
I need to stop loving you.
Beside Me
I watch how you react
to all I ever do.
As observant as you are,
did you even notice what I hold in my hand?
It’s something I can never give to you.
It’s a petty token of my feelings,
but I feel I’d get very little recognition,
if it were to be released.
I saw that small look,
a glance from your eyes,
and you didn’t turn away.
When I gave you the time of day,
I had to wonder what I did
to make that frown fade away.
I’m still surprised,
you haven’t run from me.
I’m nothing more than a pebble,
kicked on the ground.
Can you count them all?
How can you keep up with my wandering mind?
I want to keep you beside me,
I feel like you would understand me
and all my reasons for
wanting to leave.
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