From all the worries in the world.
In the meantime, here's a poem I wrote.
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I feel so taken for granted.
Like I can never leave you even if I wanted to.
You know,
though it's hard to admit,
that's the truth exactly.
I cannot do anything but pray that you treat me better
and hope to God that you show your appreciation of me.
If you love me too,
it won't hurt to show that I'm important
and special to you too, you know.
In the meantime,
while I'm wallowing in the hurt that you're not aware of,
continue on your lashings that I do not deserve
but decide to receive nonetheless.
Like the Opus Dei mantra
I repeat to myself "pain is good".
In the meantime,
I’ll be busy with work
trying to numb the pain
by not thinking of you
knowing damn well that
before I sleep my last thoughts will be of you.
With silent whispers of desperation,
I yell
Give me the love that I deserve.
Please.
I beg of you.
Some time soon I am sure
no more tears will fall from my eyes
to my sympathetic pillow.
Some time soon...
Some time...
Soon.
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