I don’t think I have written a poem this bland and simple… I was actually crying as I penned this.
For there is such an emptiness within,
and my heart is clogged with filth.
All around me is a widening void,
a festering gash,
that only your love can fill.
that only your touch can heal.
Yet I find myself chasing trinkets,
blinded by my greed.
I stand by the street corner,
tears washing my cornea..
I had wasted years chasing applause
Feeding fat on the glint and mint,
You tell me to let go…
but I love my toys,
I cannot do without them.
Though they bring me pain,
My eyes find delight in the anguish.
You show me your heart for me,
I listen to your endless love ballad.
So in the pain of letting go,
there is a joy I find…
that of holding on to you.
You teach me to love you,
to love like you love;
to see like you see me.
because you loved me first,
now I can love in return
because Love has loved me first.