Doubt Pt. 2

Why am I so bad at loving someone?

Hm? Oh, I'm just thinking

Grasping at the strings of your love for me

Searching for a thread of deceit

and I don't know why. 

I think I'm just scared now

That I'm more insecure than I thought I was, 

That writing a sad poem comes easier to me,

Or maybe, just maybe, I still haven't found you. 

It's been thirty-one days

of laughter, tears, trembling, ecstasy. 

You told me you loved me

After thirty-one days

I said it too. 

Yes, I am falling

Hard. 

But as I fall, I brace myself for the concrete 

that will shatter my skull.

You say you're different. 

Doesn't everyone? 

Author's Note

Hey everyone! I know, I know I've been gone for a really long time. BUT the end of the semester is almost upon us, which means more poetry to come! Aaaaand I have a new inspiration for a lot of my poems. Can you guess what it is? Anyway, as always, thanks so much for stopping by, and have a great day!

Reviews

[Nadia Gerassimenko]

Love, love, love!
An interesting continuation of the first part. To think that all doubt was buried, but it's not something that can be physically buried when that part of us is implanted in our brains and can strike at any moment.

[Elisa]

Thank you so much! I feel like there's been a growing pessimism either as I get older or as our society continues. Either way, it can strain relationships big time. Thank you very much for reading and commenting on a lot of my poems!