They all say to love and be loved
Is life's biggest gift.
A present of happiness.
A gratitude to be thankful for.
I once loved.
Now I don't.
It's harder than they say,
To love and be loved.
What needs to be done to be loved?
Give love?
Give one's heart?
Give presents?
And what needs to be done to love?
I gave mine, but you drank it all
And didn't give any back.
I am drained and empty as a ghost.
It's hard to love, my love.
It seemed so easy when it came to you,
But it's so hard when it comes to myself,
Now that you are gone.
It was easy when I loved you
It's difficult when I hate myself
For letting you in.
It's as hard to love as it's hard to live.
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Poems of Pain and Solitude
PoetryFor every person out there that was quiet, not because they chose to be so, but because they were choking in the smoke. Because their opinions were apparently not worth anything. Because they didn't know just how to say what they felt. For every per...
