Not really sure where this came from.. I've had the idea for some time and it just came out the other day.
I'd give you the world if I could.
I could never accept it;
I don't deserve anything at all.
You don't even realise it,
But you are the most special person I have ever met.
How can you say such things
When you see how horribly I treat myself?
Because despite what you say,
You deserve so much more than all of this pain.
I deserve what I get,
I deserve it all.
Your love for me, though beautiful,
Can never replace my love for myself.
I know how hard you're trying, my love.
Oh, you have absolutely no idea.
No matter what you do,
I'll spend my days waiting for you.
I wish that I could love you the way you love me,
But I can't.
I can hardly meet my own gaze.
My self-hatred becomes more unbearable each day...
It's best that you just leave and never return.
Your vision is so incredibly distorted.
I wish that you could see what I see.
Maybe then, you would belong to me.
I wish I could see it too...
Maybe then, I'd spend my days
Wasting time with you.
Poetry by Amanda Manmohan
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Written on 2006-04-27 at 05:03
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What I Really Want
You are beautiful;I'd give you the world if I could.
I could never accept it;
I don't deserve anything at all.
You don't even realise it,
But you are the most special person I have ever met.
How can you say such things
When you see how horribly I treat myself?
Because despite what you say,
You deserve so much more than all of this pain.
I deserve what I get,
I deserve it all.
Your love for me, though beautiful,
Can never replace my love for myself.
I know how hard you're trying, my love.
Oh, you have absolutely no idea.
No matter what you do,
I'll spend my days waiting for you.
I wish that I could love you the way you love me,
But I can't.
I can hardly meet my own gaze.
My self-hatred becomes more unbearable each day...
It's best that you just leave and never return.
Your vision is so incredibly distorted.
I wish that you could see what I see.
Maybe then, you would belong to me.
I wish I could see it too...
Maybe then, I'd spend my days
Wasting time with you.
Poetry by Amanda Manmohan
Read 713 times
Written on 2006-04-27 at 05:03
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