God, I don't deserve this.
You make me feel beautiful,
But I'm not.
You make me feel wanted,
But you shouldn't want me.
You make me feel good enough,
But could I ever be?
You make me feel special,
But I'm really not.
You make me feel like I'm not a loser,
But before you I always was.
So what's different now?
Nothing at all,
Or maybe everything.
What you see in me, I may never understand,
But I'm glad you see me the way you do.
And I pray you never change your mind,
Because maybe for once in my life,
Something is meant to be.
And maybe your my reason to live.
Because maybe one person could see me as almost perfect,
And that's more than I deserve.
Author notes
I love him. <3 =)
A contest entry
- These Feelings I Feel by Lagrimas.
563 points, ended December 7, 2008, 16 entries
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Trust your heart
This poem is so conflicted, so much like life. Nice write, thank you and good luck... -
this is a beautiful piece of work!
the best part i believe is the last 3 lines!
very nice
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I enjoyed the depth and honesty in your poem,
that really took some bold guts to do!
BRAVO! BRAVO!
it is amazing isn't it...how love is so filled with amazing
splendor...that we feel as if are un-deserving of such
abundant loyalty and happiness.
I can relate to that.....perhaps it is an important part
of love, in the form of humility.
For love seems to pull .....forward... not as a noun
but as a living verb....and
the bible...opens up our eyes to see the stories
of countless living verbs, who fought thru incredible
circumstances not as persons, place or things,
but as living actions of deed with courage that they
themselves never knew they beheld.
Loved your poem, causes much thought and inspires!
BRAVO! BRAVO!
ears/Seattle
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Beautiful!
Aww ... love is always a good topic to read about...
Something that everyone who's lucky enough to be with a great person can relate to. It feels deliciously good, to be loved in return... to be respected, valued...
But do not underestimate yourself. I'm sure you are a great person. If that person saw all that in you... it's because you always had it all along. Maybe some idiot made you believe once that you didn't... but honey, I'm sure you do.
For some reason, I'm feeling happy right now.
Hope everything goes well with you.
Lovely poem, indeed!
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Amazing!
I can definitely relate to this! It took me 12 years to get the only man who has ever made me feel this way. But it was well worth the wait. He's made me feel like this since the day we met, 12 years ago, and has never stopped once. So this poem really gets to me. I love it.
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Oh my...I feel like giving you a friendship hug...read your poem and read the hard hitting comment that this is oatmeal...ouch...it is simplistic...pouring emotions without metaphor...or poetic device...but what matters matters...what I feel is the painful precipice of being placed on a podium when you feel as if you are only worthy of standing on the edge...no..no...a gazillion times no...no one should make you ever feel less than whole to make themselves better...it's all very well criticizing your poetry but unless anyone offers constructive criticism don't let it into your skin...my Mom used to leather me twice over if I was upset by the sticks and stones of words...she said learn there are different wounds...don't sell yourself short...you are fifteen with only so much life experience and some of the poets in cyberspace that are much older forget that unbridled naivety...my only suggestion is to perhaps not use red font...it denotes anger/danger/isn't easy on the eye/has a connotation with blood...but...if you prefer to use it...use it...but don't let yourself be used...
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I have thought this, in varying words for a while, always wondering what God sees in me, when I know that I am nothing. It is an undeserved grace and mercy that hge gives us, seeing not us but his son in us that makes him say we are beautiful, wonderful, perfect, loved. --
--So, this being said, Very good, very good. It is not common for me to find something on this site with this deep a spiritual meaning, this sort of helplessness that brings acceptance and in some ways is a good thing, because it makes you feel more loved than you ever could be. Thank you, reading this today had just given me new strength. -
I can relate
I can relate to your words.
It reminds me of myself when I don't feel good enough,
Best wishes,
Isabella
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I think its fantastic, keep it up...
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Because this poem exemplifies my least favorite genre of poetry... that is, poems which discuss emotional discord between an unknown "me" and an unknown "you"... my critique will seem sharper and more pointed than it really is. To my mind, there is nothing here of visual interest... you're not describing ornate objects with a rich assortment of exotic adjectives... you're not describing any social interactions with violently pleasurable words or with flagrant, seething phrases of hate and spite... no, you're sort of stirring a pot of tepid spiceless oatmeal, which happens to be your life, and tipping the pot for all of us to see. It's oatmeal.
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I understand where you're coming from, and I do realize this isn't my best.
I was sort of lost. I have trouble deciphering what makes poetry poetry, and not just meaningless words. I can do better with rhyme, because often times poetry just comes to my mind in rhyming form. But I know a guy, and I really like him, and he perfers non-rhyming, so I ventured out of my comfort zone. I appreciate you taking the time to read it and tell me what you thought about it.
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wow.
i cant say anything more than that.
just wow.
well done and keep writing
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