the desire for love.
the lingering sting after realization;
low love for myself
So I searched for it in everyone else
took what I could get,
without hesitation.
ambition awaited,
Yet, I drifted further…
alone.
“It’s never too late”
a phrase not always true,
One all have heard.
validation “needed” to bloom.
I sat in silence,
while the deafening ache for applause amplified
altered myself
in an attempt to arise
from this shallow grave of distinctions.
adhered to falsifications.
don’t know what’s real
my mind,
the affliction.
the lingering sting after realization;
low love for myself
So I searched for it in everyone else
took what I could get,
without hesitation.
ambition awaited,
Yet, I drifted further…
alone.
“It’s never too late”
a phrase not always true,
One all have heard.
validation “needed” to bloom.
I sat in silence,
while the deafening ache for applause amplified
altered myself
in an attempt to arise
from this shallow grave of distinctions.
adhered to falsifications.
don’t know what’s real
my mind,
the affliction.
