
I keep trying to
Find the lie
In your eyes,
Looking for
Evidence that I'm
Not worth your time,
You're in every other
Thought of mine,
Am I there
For you?
Do you care?
And yet, all you do
Is LOVE…
It's in everything
You are and say,
You show
In so many ways
That you love me.
Maybe I want more
(When I've never had
So much before)
Am I being greedy?
Jealous?
Something in me
Wants to be
The only, but I know
Neither of us
Would be happy with that
In reality.
How many times
Have I learned?
When will it be
Enough?
And perhaps that's the crux…
I think I really haven't been
This important
To anyone–
Always been the useful, the used,
The taken-for-granted, abused,
I've been the fantasy
While the real me
Withered within,
And now that I've stepped out
Of the box they/I stuffed me in,
Realized the door
Didn't require a magical key
(It was always unlocked,
I was never free)
I won't go back.
I won't go back,
Now that I've thrived,
Could never survive
In that twisted sunflower pose.
And maybe it's scary
Out here, exposed
But I finally feel the light
And I'm learning
Who this is,
Creating what
I always needed me
To be.
About the Creator
Bex Jordan
They/She. Writer. Gardener. Cat-Lover. Nerd. Always looking up at the sky or down at the ground.
Profile photo by Román Anaya.
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