tiny oriole
I wish someone, most importantly you,
Could know what I feel,
When my sorrow becomes so heavy that I give up,
I eventually find comfort in the sadness.
So I guess some bad things can feel right.
Is that why I love you?
I don’t know anymore,
I don’t know who I am.
I know what I want, and that’s it.
I think I’m okay with that,
Because I’m just me,
I’m just me despite my love for you,
Despite everything else.
Seeing you with someone else hurts so much,
I hope you know how I feel when I do,
And if you did,
I hope it hurts you as much as it does me.
I’ve never wanted anyone to know that I feel like this,
I guess I’ve never felt this strongly about anyone.
I want you to know that I’m crying as I write this,
I want sympathy from you,
I am sad,
But emotions can be beautiful.
I once longed for happiness,
But when I did, I only thought it came from you.
Now I strive for plain happiness,
The happiness I once only found in you.
Only now I’m fine without you,
I still write about you though,
I really only write about you.
Hardly everything,
I’ve tried to write rhyming poems,
But I can’t.
I’ll let my emotions spill onto a page,
And every now and then it’ll rhyme,
But I don’t write for rhymes,
Not even for you.
I write for me.
That’s why my poems are sacred.
celest niche