You ever thought that love wasn’t real?
The feeling of having someone there…
It’s amazing.
But, you never know their true intentions.
I never know when they decide to get up and leave.
Forcing me to be down, and wondering…
What the fuck is wrong with me.
I just can’t do it.
I’m used to being fucked over.
I’m used to someone using me for their own benefits.
Fuck love, and fuck the sex.
Fuck you, and fuck the rest.
Fuck your lies, and fuck the times
you had with me. Fuck.
Everyone comes, and goes.
But I hate the feeling of being alone.
Depression drags me under.
Anxiety puts pressure on my chest.
Why is love like a game of chess?
They saw me as a pawn.
Yet, I know I’m the king.
They were pawns.
Yet, I treated them like queens.
Now it’s up to someone else to help.
Fixing me, adding broken pieces together.
Love went from a game of chess to a puzzle.
Now I need to add all my missing pieces together.
I hope the one who fixes me as whole.
Won’t be the one to go.
Someone who understands the pain.
Someone who won’t put me through the same
bullshit as everyone else.
Someone who only wants the best, and truly means it.
Someone who won’t make me regret loving them.
I’m just praying, and hoping for the best.
Poetry
This is a very honest poem. I can feel the frustration and exhaustion through your words. However, waiting for someone to make everything better is usually more damaging to ourselves than it seems. When we put someone first before ourselves, we can end up hurting that person in ways we can’t imagine. That’s why it’s so important to practice self-care and self-love. If we don’t love ourselves, it becomes difficult to love someone else in return.