"thank you."
song without words, op 109 -yo-yo ma.i think of all of the things
that will never have an equilibrium in this life
love is one, but that will never be a problem
because if love is genuine
spite
hatred
negativity
runs dryat the end of the day
when i close my eyes
i feel satisfied
knowing that all that i am
is enoughbecause all that i am
is all that i can bethe hatred
will no longer
murder mesongs and sounds
colors and small thingsand even
i see
the hatred will never be
equivalentif it were
what stories of mine
would be left to read?scars are left
but scars are scars
they don't bleed
not like beforeeveryday was a walking scale of judgment
my heart
was an open soreif i could
i'd go back and say one thing
i'd tell myself to breathe
for once
and stop worrying
about every little thingi cannot fix the world
but i can trydo good
and good will come to youdo bad?
what is the use in that?
to be insufficient
in a life where you don't get things
twicewhy choose bad?
when you can always be good?
even when things fall apart
it's never too late to changeand we do change
every second
every minute of the daythere is no blame
in thatso will me to be
bad?
neveri will always try
to be my besteven if the best i can be
is only half of what i used to beit is my own effort
in changei have not felt death
with this hole in my chest
where love used to be
yet i seal my debt
and murder the girl i used to be each dayto be someone
that is unfamiliar to me
kind effort
and gratitude
is the only thing
i want
in my memorysure i am haunted by the past
but it goes away
memories are phantoms of the mind
our worst and best dreams
dramatized to each feelingi will not fall subject to
only hatred
only fear
only bitternessi will be kind
i will be brave
i will be sweetbecause there is no instruction to living
but if i must
if i am blessed enough to stay
even after
i tried to take my own breath awayit is for a reason
there is a reason why we all stay
little chain reactions in our lives conceive with another's
you may be someone's reason to smile
and you might barely know each otherdoing good, with a whole heart full of meekness and understanding will lead you to your own self pride
not pride in greed
pride in knowing
YOU ARE READING
i'm loving, but who could love me?
Poetrypoetry about love i don't know a thing about that this should be interesting ••••• 3rd poetry book