(Kinda v v low. Just pouring out heart here)
You are not around. You were never around. Frankly you never will be.
You know I will do it. Leave the world for you. Leave things I love to take care of you. You choose to deny it.
Brickbats, raised voices, abuses and ridicule is all I have ever received.
Tender words fail you, comforting actions are amiss and an appreciative glance doesn’t watch me either
Yet Im a fool. An all-knowing fool willing to bear this with only one emotion – hope.
Hope of a new world. Hope of love. Hope of us. Together.
You scorn it. You mock it. I sigh. I smile. I believe even more.
They all call me delusional
What they don’t know is that this will be the only emotion you will allow me to feel about you
Hope is all I have where us is the truth
Sometimes a delusion is what is separating me from letting myself go in a dark deep hole
You are probably a lier, certainly a manipulator and definitely the most self-obsessed man I know
In my eyes, you are a lover – hurt but hopeful, selfish but passionate.
In your eyes, Im worthless, replaceable and not required
What imbalance is this? Pity it will never change.
(Anyone reading this, hug the screen or just Like the post. I could do with some comfort in my life)