Problem Is...

by MyHalozChokinMe   Sep 28, 2012


The problem is-

I don't want to have to worry.

I want to take your word for it.

I don't want it be okay for me to

check your phone

after a refusal of love

or a temporary ED issue

to make sure that everything is still

on the up and up.

Ha, so to speak.

Because I shouldn't have to.

What is love?

This feeling that changes and grows and

diminishes,

like the leaves on a tree,

to grow back into similar but oh so different

shapes and colors,

but all grown from the pure light within me?

What is happiness,

when it comes at a cost of self- love?

Of feeling like I could possibly be

the most beautiful thing

that someone's ever seen;

For more than five minutes,

six months,

a year...

The problem is-

I think that the definition of love

is what we put up with to

have someone to hold us

like we've never been held

and that we've maybe been

misusing the word.

And maybe what I've been looking for,

after all these years,

isn't love at all.

It's a warm puppy to snuggle at the end of the day,

or the hope that maybe someday

I'll be the most beautiful thing

that I myself have ever seen.

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  • 11 years ago

    by Baby Rainbow

    YAy!! a little puppy in a poem..... this has to now be your best ever poem.. :p

    I do really like this one, I love how it is like a diary entry, like you are trying to work out yourself what you have been doing and what you are truthfully looking for and seeing in the world.

    Again, you ask the questions direct like you are interested in the readers answer. It is very deep this poem and a lot of your wording and questions gets me thinking deep myself about my own answers.

    I like the repitition of being beautiful and how you ended it with this but in a different way, this time to see yourself as the most beuatiful thing. This clearly shows you do not see yourself this way, which very very few women do when the turth is that they are beautiful. We rely on other people to tell us this in order for us to believe it, and when we are never told this it is impossible for us to believe it.

    There is so much more I could go into with this one. It has really touched me. My final thought is that it has made me think of the time when my fiance said to me " it is ok, we can just lie and cuddle and I will never let you go." To me this was love, and how love should be. * definatly got the tears flowing now. Thank you for sharing this one.

  • 11 years ago

    by Naughtymouse

    Two words....HOLY CRAP!

    ok the poetry side of things....word choice and actual flow of the piece was outstanding, the imagery you created here also fantastic....but this isnt what it is all about eh? this is what i refer to as a spit and post poem, where you write exactly whats in your head,raw, and spit it on the paper....AWESOME!!

    i loved it all but the last stanza......

    And maybe what I've been looking for,

    after all these years,

    isn't love at all.

    It's a warm puppy to snuggle at the end of the day,

    or the hope that maybe someday

    I'll be the most beautiful thing

    that I myself have ever seen.

    ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^

    FREAKING WONDER-FUL!!

    Such an amazing way to finish this piece and i love the feeling it gives the reader and the very real Impact it has on us.

    Wonderful write loved it :-)

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