I cant make you love me....

You say you truly love me, or so it somehow seems, You claim to want the best for me, and our future is in your dreams, You shower me with affection and give me alot of attention, You're sweeter than any candy-coated confection; Yet in my soul theres an emptiness, a huge gut wrenching feeling, That I am not your only choice, I am just a temporary dealing. Everyone else gets more out of you, I get whatever you give, I cringe at the fact and am certain that you wont change how you choose to live; Im looking for an eternal love, Im sick and tired of settling for just anything, Lying, creeping and secret-keeping surely will mess up and ruin everything. Im in it for the long haul, No more games or foolishness, Id rather be happy by my self than to deal with the childish mess. You can find better and so can I, dont think after you I'll be miserable, Like all materialstic things created on this earth, you too are replaceable. I don't require much, and im not asking for such, but no one is going to game me, For in any game there is always a challenge in which ill accept, match & beat GUARANTEED! Why taste this cake, yet in another oven bakes your midnight indulgence, With crumbs on your mouth and guilty conscience swirling about, you fight for your innocence; The past is the past but some have refined past addictions into present affections, Sacrifing anything and all thats good for a nibble on these negative confections. Theres no way ill compromise my life or my God to appease your intentions, Seems to me like mahem, mischief and misery are just a few of your great inventions; What does it really profit you to gain a public name? Becoming a societal statistic, outwardly wreckless due to inward pain? Why are going around ruining yourself, dangeroulsy advertising your vulnerability? Giving yourself such a shameful image and playing with fire intentionally? We all have a past, doesnt mean it should resurface in the present or even the future, Letting go of those childish ways, seeking to become soundly sane, and securely mature. Yes, no one is perfect and we all get one chance to live, And life is positively guaranteed to be 65% negative, But all I want is for you to see that Im tired of the stupid nonsense, Its time to let all foolishness stupidity to cease, Its time for true love to commence. Dont reel me into this ring of love just to tap out when things get tough, Lets fight together no matter the weather, standing firm when the terrain is rough. Temptation is all around, taking down like bloodhounds, the weak, the feeble and the fools, One is immune to submission and compromise, selfishly living by their own rules; Idiotic idols and lushful lusts have become a daily must, and God will accept me as I am, Forgetting all the pain and torment his son shed for ourconstant sins, for us he bore nail-scarred hands No one has the right to tell anyone else just what or how to live their life, But I dare not board this plane called love, knowing that its a dangerous flight. Assure this broken heart of mine that it can love again, For if you cant give me all your love, youre better off being my friend. Dont stop living your life for me, enjoy it. For eventually you will see, All that which you chose not to do, someone else seeks to do it willfully. I just want real love that consists of no lies, no ulterior motives or anything of the such, I want someone to love me truly, madly and deeply with a real soft and gentle touch, Im fragile because Ive been broken, Im frail because im worn and stressed, Im sane and sound and seriously heaven-bound, Im truly talented, gifted and blessed. Im scared of love and even to love yet im still willing to give it a try, For ill never know how to truly and freely smile, if I never knew what it was to cry. Im stronger than I know, my heart can truly heal and grow if i let go and let you in, Closed up I shaill remain if you continue to freely stain your life with the pleasures of sin. If youre ready then Im ready, no giving up and no turning back, For in life where I fumble and falter, I know youre there to help pick up the slack!

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