The part of you that is me
๐ป๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐:
I am scared to be alone.
To grow without your love.
So I cling so close,
please do not let me go.
'I love you', is the thought,
desperation is the truth.
Let us be better than our parents were.
Let us love better, raise our kids to be better.
Let us prove why we are together.
Not out of love
but out of insecurity and feelings of superiority.
I took all your emotions and I let them swallow me whole.
๐๐๐ ๐ฅ๐๐จ๐ฉ, ๐ช๐จ๐๐ ๐ฉ๐ค ๐จ๐๐ง๐๐๐ข:
I ruin everything I touch.
I am not meant for love.
I do not deserve you, even though I do not like you.
I fall apart. How fragile am I?
Every argument,
every time mommy and daddy screams.
I feel like that little boy again.
In my old bed, drowning in my own piss.
You get it, right?
You are pathetic too!
You share such trauma,
we are meant to be!
But something else decided to prosper.
Your new found religious lustre.
แดษดแด แดสแดสแด สแด แดกแด๊ฑ แดษขแดษชษด:
Alone with his feelings of abandonment.
๐๐ถ๐ต ๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ด๐ต๐ข๐ณ๐ต๐ด ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ฏ๐ฌ:
We had a lot in common
but I am not you.
My trauma is my own.
My emotions belong to me.
They are my responsibility.
And so:
Without you here, I realize.
At times I am still that scared, little boy.
Fearful of adults.
Terrified of having no one to hold.
Frightened of the prospect of growing old.
I was comforted by how pathetic you are.
It made me feel better by how pathetic I was, too.
But the present has something to say:
Learning to love myself is the only way.
Not through grace.
Not though prolonging my misery and pain.
I have to be the one to stay.
Always.
ยฉ DolorTheDaimone
I am scared to be alone.
To grow without your love.
So I cling so close,
please do not let me go.
'I love you', is the thought,
desperation is the truth.
Let us be better than our parents were.
Let us love better, raise our kids to be better.
Let us prove why we are together.
Not out of love
but out of insecurity and feelings of superiority.
I took all your emotions and I let them swallow me whole.
๐๐๐ ๐ฅ๐๐จ๐ฉ, ๐ช๐จ๐๐ ๐ฉ๐ค ๐จ๐๐ง๐๐๐ข:
I ruin everything I touch.
I am not meant for love.
I do not deserve you, even though I do not like you.
I fall apart. How fragile am I?
Every argument,
every time mommy and daddy screams.
I feel like that little boy again.
In my old bed, drowning in my own piss.
You get it, right?
You are pathetic too!
You share such trauma,
we are meant to be!
But something else decided to prosper.
Your new found religious lustre.
แดษดแด แดสแดสแด สแด แดกแด๊ฑ แดษขแดษชษด:
Alone with his feelings of abandonment.
๐๐ถ๐ต ๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ด๐ต๐ข๐ณ๐ต๐ด ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ฏ๐ฌ:
We had a lot in common
but I am not you.
My trauma is my own.
My emotions belong to me.
They are my responsibility.
And so:
Without you here, I realize.
At times I am still that scared, little boy.
Fearful of adults.
Terrified of having no one to hold.
Frightened of the prospect of growing old.
I was comforted by how pathetic you are.
It made me feel better by how pathetic I was, too.
But the present has something to say:
Learning to love myself is the only way.
Not through grace.
Not though prolonging my misery and pain.
I have to be the one to stay.
Always.
ยฉ DolorTheDaimone
Related Stories