Why does it feel like the walls are closing in on me when I'm alone?
What if i never heal parts of myself needed to be open to love?
One lover after another;
No time to recover.
I try to love again
Under the guise of
On to the next.
Nobody told me that line
is only cool in songs.
I needed time to love myself
Rather than give it all to them
Leaving me even more empty-
Hearted than what i came with.
So now here i am
Desperate for love
and affection.
Might as well
get comfortable.
It's gonna be a cold,
lonely winter.
But by spring you'll
Be a new,
Budding flower.
Darling you give more than you can take; love.
Fix it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem