Self Awakening

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Self Awakening

I awake endlessly to another day
Wishing life were different.
Wishing for fullfillment.
Wishing for things you will never give me,
When i know, but have trouble admitting,
I am the only one who can fullfill myself.

Countless times I have blamed you,
But who am I to blame you for my emptiness?
I have done this horrible thing to us
I have brought all of this pain.
I feel I am dooming us to fail.
It is the worst of vicious cycles,
And I want nothing more than to break it.

You are not perfect,
But how could I ask perfection of you?
You say I am never satisfied,
But you don't know how easily satisfied I am.
It makes me suffer knowing you feel this way.
It makes me question myself.

All I want is to feel your love surround me.
To feel that you understand me.
I want you to crave me as I crave you.
Yet you fill my days with promises,
And leave my nights empty and cold.
I feel I'm not and never will be good enough.

I want you to know
In my heart I do not begrudge you this
I know my problems are my own to resolve,
And as much as I want you to fix us,
I am the one who holds the key.
I am the one who must bring us back.

I have become someone unworthy of you.
I have pushed you away,
And though I have blamed you for who you are,
Perhaps I have only myself to blame.
You have come to resent me,
And it is all my doing.

Soon I will stare down my reflection.
Soon I will make a choice.
I will become the woman you loved again.
Though I don't know how.
Perhaps I will soon come to terms.
I will redesign and redifine myself
I will paint you a prettier picture.

I long to be happy with myself,
And for you to be happy with me too.
This is my most desired wish because...
I need you and love you.
Your touch is my only warmth and comfort.
You are my love and my life.




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stellar commented on Self Awakening

09-23-2009

indeed...this is kind of remorse over a woman who wronged her love...but also repent it..love this poem

optimistic commented on Self Awakening

07-25-2009

These are words of lost love in your life that you define in a way of depending on self love to fullfill your happiness first in which this definition gives life to love, great write.

To have great poets there must be great audiences too.

Walt Whitman, American Poet (1819-1892)

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