In the bright noon sun,
I sensed the warmth of you next to me.
I needed someone to validate me
I grasped your love with both hands
And threw myself into the whirlpool.
As the sun sank, I realised
I expected too much of you.
I thought you could set me free.
Now I know that was too much to ask,
That love for another is not what I need
But to learn to love me.
In the shadows of night I can see
That it was never meant to be
You were nothing but a fantasy.
The pedestal on which you stood
Slowly crumbling as time went by.
I stand alone, unloved, unworthy
There was no pedestal designed for me.
As the morning dawns I wonder,
If I could feel your love again
Would it change how I feel about me?
© Niamh Corcoran 29/05/2011
January 20, 2019 at 4:05 pm
I love this!
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January 20, 2019 at 4:20 pm
Thank you!
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