old poetry is cringey

I was scrolling through my old files and I found this gem. Guys, was I really this needy last year? gross

Beautifully Painful
My confidence is like the wind,
it comes and goes with your emotions.
Sometimes you make me a hurricane.
Sometimes I’m a soft ocean breeze.
Sometimes I don’t even exist.

Your internal clock is strange,
your time changes too quickly.
Why one minute do you cherish me,
and the next minute I am only the wind in your steps,
the breeze that follows your feet?
Something that is just a given.

Do not take me for granted.
I am not the laces on your shoes,
the drawstrings on your joggers,
nor the button of your pants.
I am not a given.

You tend to act like I am though,
and I forgive you,
but I must ask you to stop.
I must ask you to appreciate me.

Without me you would crumble,
we both know that;
I am not a liar.

You need me,
I know you do.
You know you do.

And strangely enough,
I need you too.
No matter that horrible thing
that I said in an argument

I didn’t mean it.
I know im not perfect either.
I’m bossy.
I’m rude.
Unfair.
I know.

But I do love you,
with every piece of myself
All of it is yours.

I love that you love me, too,
no matter the pain that comes of it.

I would scrape the moon from the sky for you,
never forget that.

W H Y

Author: Chloe Russell

Life is strange and people are complicated, and that is why I love to write. View all posts by Chloe Russell