(Before any of you ask, yes, I named this poem after a TXT song. It fit the meaning behind the poem really well, and it was the first thing to pop into my head when I wrote it. So I guess you could say, inspired? Please enjoy~)
" 'Tis better to have loved and lost than to have never loved at all."
It's easy to say
When you haven't experienced
The agony of
loving
and leaving
and still being
the only one
who gets hurt.
It makes me wonder
If anything they'd ever done
Meant anything at all.
If every sentiment
was a lie.
How have you left me feeling so
filthy and
used
without even
doing anything?
Maybe it was the fact that you never did anything.
Why did I allow you to
consume my waking days
and my restless nights?
I let you take up more space than you were worth.
Why did I ignore all the signs?
Ignored my gut, my intuition,
Ignored those closest to me
Who tried to warn me?
I wanted to believe I was wrong, and they were, too.
I grew to resent them because I was
too afraid to believe
that what they said
was the truth.
That what I already knew
was the truth.
And now I'm left wishing
I had listened to them.
To myself.
Because while the rest of the world falls in love,
I'm left believing that:
" 'Tis easier to never love than to admit one's fear of love."
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PoetryJust a few poems I put together throughout quarantine because I had nothing better to do with my life. Quick warning, some of these deal with dark themes and mental illnesses, such as suicide and self-harm. If you are sensitive to these sorts of top...
