Naive

I wrote this poem to release my current frustration. Tell me what you think. I\'m gonna go cry now...

Later,

Lady Raven, Goddess of Darkness

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Naïve

Silly of me to think that love would possibly make a way for me.

How dare I hope with even the tiniest part of me that I would succeed

In finding my happily ever after?

I never wanted to feel like this, lost in myself,

Infatuated with the idea of someone wanting me completely.

And it hurts when I don’t want it to hurt, pain that I don’t want to feel.

Situations that I refuse to admit to, and you were my last hope it seems.

It’s not like the male population has made a wonderful impression on my life.

Disappointed, secretly wanting to strangle this feeling.

Wanting something in me to die so that this pain will subside,

So it would never exist, so that it won’t hurt anymore.

If I cry, let it be only one tear.

Let it take its time while it travels down my cheek.

Let it be the last time I cry over a man that never wanted me.

And the booming headache I receive afterward,

Remind me of the fight I have lost, to maintain my composure.

This dark cloud of sorts has followed me throughout the years.

Making sure I, by no means, acquirer a solitary moment of piece.

Storming and raging with mixed emotions,

Traitorous tornados, Dangerous winds, all to detour this pulsating loneliness.

How long must I bleed?

When will this tempest leave me damp and alone?

I’d rather be detached than have to harbor this insanity.