For When Things Are Not Okay

philosophy, Poem, Poetry, thoughts


I want what’s beyond control,

I want reactions from feeling,

I want to hear sweet ballads

and know there’s meaning.

It’s the words that count,

not the word count,

even the shortest song

can be worthwhile.


I crave dependence,

It’s hard to admit

to myself I’m not needed,

I need to feel something

and that’s selfish –

but how do I

just swat these feelings aside?

When it’s the only thing that give me purpose.

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