Musings
I realized that I was slave to a moment in time.
All love journeys I had seemed to be ephemeral,
My happiness only for a while,
And the next moment everything changed.
And I described all my experiences as moments in time.
It occurred to me, today,
That in truth I was the one to blame.
I never considered myself worthy for a lifetime.
I jumped on every insignificant show of affection,
Failing to distinguish the truth from fake,
Just content that I was being noticed,
Unaware of how love really looked like.
And now, I realize that I never really experienced love from someone.
I had only loved truly, giving too much,
Happy for any small gesture I got in return.
I had a terrible misconception about love all this time.
I am wholly responsible for the mess I am in.
I just never thought myself worthy of love,
And in return, I met people who proved exactly that to me.
It took a while for me to recognize this fact.
Reading about how I only lived for those moments in time.
All my life I thought I was only worthy of that.
Just grabbing hold of any semblance of love thrown my way,
Believing that it was the real deal.
How mistaken I was!
I became a slave of my own making.
Poetry by myst_ery
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Written on 2020-04-12 at 21:45
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Slave of a moment in time
As I went through the mess of my painful memories,I realized that I was slave to a moment in time.
All love journeys I had seemed to be ephemeral,
My happiness only for a while,
And the next moment everything changed.
And I described all my experiences as moments in time.
It occurred to me, today,
That in truth I was the one to blame.
I never considered myself worthy for a lifetime.
I jumped on every insignificant show of affection,
Failing to distinguish the truth from fake,
Just content that I was being noticed,
Unaware of how love really looked like.
And now, I realize that I never really experienced love from someone.
I had only loved truly, giving too much,
Happy for any small gesture I got in return.
I had a terrible misconception about love all this time.
I am wholly responsible for the mess I am in.
I just never thought myself worthy of love,
And in return, I met people who proved exactly that to me.
It took a while for me to recognize this fact.
Reading about how I only lived for those moments in time.
All my life I thought I was only worthy of that.
Just grabbing hold of any semblance of love thrown my way,
Believing that it was the real deal.
How mistaken I was!
I became a slave of my own making.
Poetry by myst_ery
Read 272 times
Written on 2020-04-12 at 21:45
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