We can love with all we’ve got
And we can give our hearts away
But that doesn’t necessarily mean
That the ones we love will stay
And sometimes there are people
Who just can’t love you back
No matter what we say or do
There’s something that they lack
And maybe it’s because
Some people just can’t see
The importance of a person
Who’d give everything like me
© 2019 Michelle Cook
He runs
Tirelessly
Determinedly
He craves
Changes
Exchanges
He fights
Alone
Unknown
He regrets
Lying
Trying
He feels
Sadness
Madness
He knows
Nothing
Except suffering
© 2019 Michelle Cook
I try to mask it
But it’s there
Buried deep
But not deep enough
Layers of days
And even years
Piling on top
Pushing it down
Trying to erase
The ugliness
The pain
The absurdity
All the lies
One small dagger
Could put an end
To all the misery
All that I feel
And yet even conviction
Of a self
I hardly know
Could right
All that’s wrong
But doubt stifles
My strength
Yielding both scenarios
Futile and foolish
So I continue
To suffer
In endless silence
Because I fail
To utilize
The power
I myself hold
To change
To make a difference
Even a slight one
But still…
If only I trusted
The outcome
If only I believed
In myself
© 2019 Michelle Cook
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