Ok, so I plan to do a lot of blogging today since I have a few spare hours before I play a volleyball tournament tonight.
Here is a poem that I wrote the other morning when I couldn't fall asleep. Its about a guy I like. Kinda sad but it was exactly how I was feeling at the moment, about him and my situation with him. I hope you enjoy it.
He Didn't Know He Was EmptyThere was a boy
in his perfect house of loveless joy.
He sat and stared, looking all around
he looked but there was no love to be found.
This he couldn’t see when he stared
he didn’t know he had reason to be scared,
He didn’t know he was empty.He filled his heart and mind
with pills and drugs of every kind.
He thought he was happy with those things,
with the fleeting feeling each brings.
He closed his eyes to love and pretended,
with each puff and pill that his heart was mended.
He didn’t know he was empty.
One day he tried to love a girl he knew,
a girl with eyes of baby blue.
She wasn’t right, but neither was he,
he was empty and broken as could be.
He walked away to his empty home,
inside himself to stay alone.
He didn’t know he was alone,
but then again,
He didn’t know he was empty.
Instead of love he reached for lust
sex and warmth, he took another puff.
In confusion he reached out his hand.
It would always be empty, he didn’t understand
Understand that he wanted the wrong thing
that he was trading love for a harmful fling.
He didn’t know love, and
He didn’t know he was empty.
There was a girl who loved the boy,
the boy who’s eyes had never known joy.
She loved him despite the things he did lack
All she asked was that he loved her back.
He didn’t, he couldn’t, What did she expect?
How could he love her without first having respect-
for himself, for his body
He couldn’t love her; he didn’t love anybody.
He didn’t love himself; he didn’t know how
So she walked away with a tear in her eye and a quivering brow.
He felt no different, it was ever the same
by tomorrow he would forget her name.
He didn’t know...
He didn’t know he was empty.
The boy sat and began to wonder
if his whole life had been a blunder,
but the thought was fleeting and he went back to his old ways
drinking and smoking all his days.
He took a drag to forget he was alone inside
To forget there was love in his heart he chose to hide.
He sat in his house, looking and staring
with people all around but none of them caring.
He was going no where; they all knew
but they let him sit, with nothing to do.
He sat and sat, forever unaware
that in his life no love was there.
It was empty and so was he, but the sad thing was,
He didn’t know he was empty.