Why do I ask myself why?
It is the question I don’t want to ask
With the answers I don’t want to hear.
I give it all to you, all of me, nothing is withheld.
All is free and presented to you as the gift
I value it to be.
I hold it dear and close to my heart,
But you, you don’t see it the same way, because to you it is not personal.
Nothing is held close to your heart so
When I give it all and you take it happily, I feel good
About the giving but you just expect the getting.
I suppose it is my own fault, my fault in expecting you
To value it the way I do.
I lie with you and let you in to become part of my soul
Part of my very being and in my wishful thinking I see you as
Doing the same for me. I feel a part of you, a part of your being.
But in reality I am not only because you don’t want me to be.
You give yourself freely and totally but in a physical sense only.
Your heart and soul are not present, not given to anyone.
So when you tell me of the others I see you as giving them that precious
Gift I give to you and your actions hurt me to my soul.
But I am wrong
You can‘t give away that which you do not have and when I remind myself of that fact,
My hurt becomes for you and not because of you.
I hope this is fiction
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M., it finally showed up when I clicked the link, but I can’t seem to follow this blog. This poem is heartwrenching, and you know I get it. We must have been sisters in another life, we are so on the same page. Maybe you need a vacation in the sun…..xo
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Thanks D, we are always on together, really amazing isn’t it! I do need a vacation — from myself!
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Hey my door is open. 😊 it’s easy to forget yourself here. Nights are not quite so long….hugs!!!!
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Beautiful! 🙂
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Beautiful
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