Want

I want it to be real.
I want you to look at me
And say "You're the one
that makes me happy."

I want it to happen.
I give up my silence
Can you help me be me?
I need it right now.

I broke the form
How does that feel?
To step out of line,
Not walk toe to heel?

Not fit with the crowd,
To be a sore thumb.
Don't talk like you know
So much, I'm not dumb.

At the same time,
I want to be free.
Not have all this weight
Weighing on me.

Backs will be broken,
Skulls will be split,
Knee-caps cracked open,
Your very own heart-breaking kit.

So, look back on these years,
"The best times of our lives"
"You're not the target"
Says the pain as it thrives.

Give me your promise,
That you can be trusted.
Else all these years,
My heart will be rusted.

I want it to be real,
The things that you say.
I'll trust you with my secrets
Don't give them away.

Don't cast me aside
Like a pen out of ink,
When you think to throw me away,
Next time, stop and think.

Maybe I won't come back.

This is the second time I've read this. And the second time I've been mind-blown.

Thanks. I was proud of the rhymes. And, just, over-all, it was a really helpful thing to write.

It feels so good just to vent it all out through poetry.

And then things make sense! It's amazing.

I can't figure that out. What is it about a simple rhyme that makes things so much easier to understand?

I don't know. I mean.... Well, it makes things have a rhthym...

That was a great poem Eileen.

And I guess, somehow, set to a rhythm, it's just easier to relate to a feeling...

Thanks Rachel.
It is, and I don't know why.