This feeling that won't go away, it's like there's something I must say. At the back of my mind and the bottom of my stomach, I sit in pain all day.
I wish I could say, but putting it in words just isn't my way. It feels lie a hole; a big, deep, dark pit. And no medicine nor words are seeming to cure it.
It could be strong hunger, or could have been that painful shove. But, most likely it's just me missing your love.
I want back your time, or attention at least. To let me know that when I speak you're listening to me.
It's extremely hard to hate whom you really want to love, and my love for you is stronger than the hate I have for love.
Author notes
I wrote this poem for my mom to let her know how I really feel.
Written August 31st, 2006
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