I write the beginnings of poems in my head all the time, and sometimes I even doodle them down on pieces of paper. Often, I just forget them. This one has been unwritten for a long time..
Originally I began to write it as if it were my words, but now, I prefer them to be a written ‘dedication’ to me

Please don’t fall for me, dear
I’ll only hurt your heart
I’ll only run away from you
When things are getting hard

Please don’t fall for me, dear
I’ll only drag you down
You’ll believe I am what you need
But then I will not be around

Please don’t trust your soul to me
Don’t let yourself in deep
Shelter it from my warm embrace
Or it’ll be forced to weep

Please ignore my promises, dear
I’ll only let you down
You’ll soon realise I just say them
To keep you waiting around

I know you think I love you, dear
The words I utter sound true
But I’m not sure I know their meaning
They just seemed overdue

I know I spend time with you, dear
But it’s only when there’s no one around
My life is really busy
And to you, I will not be bound

I hear your heart dying, dear
In every word you speak
But you need to understand
It’s not a life with you I seek

I wish you didn’t love me, dear
Then easy this would be
Instead your eyes show your pain
The anguish I wish not to see

Our time is at an end, my dear
I thank you for what you gave
Everything you had in you
Without a question made

I kiss you one last time, my dear
Your lips so tender and warm
I promise myself I wont miss you
It’s time for me to move on

Happiness is just a game
Just an emotion of chance
A habitual tease to many of us
The rare few lucky to have it last

It teeters in your psychi
On the edge of elation and pain
It baits the most defensive nature
With no promise of euphoria gained

The risk is allowing this joy
with knowing that it comes with hurt
The secret is in the knowing
which bliss is worth the work.

I chose my bliss, and I accept the downfalls and loses that go with it.

Those that truly know and accept me, accept my bliss, too.

I’m happy

And – I like pie

She knew before the strip had turned blue. She had known since the night conception. She could feel the tiny life growing deep within her, part of her, and she also knew it could never be. Before any words were uttered the tiny being was doomed.

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