The one thing I never wanted to hear you say, you said to me today: "We're falling apart." Something's really weird now. You say nothing's wrong, that nothing's going on. Then you say you're not going to talk to me anyway, that it's all useless. Am I useless? Is this useless? I'm just trying to be here for you, be your shoulder to cry on, 'cause I love you and that's what I do. You're pushing me out of you, out of your heart, out of your trust. I want you more than the vast world that surrounds me and all of the knowledge in it. I'm scared. I'm lost. I'm confused. Should I really be blaming myself? I'm beating myself up. I thought love wasn't supposed to hurt. But that's why I've always been scared of feeling it. Love always hurts me more than it heals. It lies to me more than it trusts. It brings me down, makes me cry. All I've wanted was a happy love. Why can't you smile with me? be my sunshine...? I love you.
<<< Then you say you're not going to talk to me anyway, that it's all useless. Am I useless? Is this useless? You're pushing me out of you, out of your heart, out of your trust >>>
Are you writing from experience or just writing in general? The poem sounds very sad to me.
This seems quite personal...
"Should I really be blaming myself? I'm beating myself up. I thought love wasn't supposed to hurt."
Sounds almost theraputic, getting your thoughts
out of your system...
Nice writing, but not poetic....just expressional.
Stewart