The Undeserving

I cannot make anyone feel the way I feel...
If I give away my heart to the undeserving...
When we part, although it may hurt, it is truly their loss...
I am intelligent, bright, loving, funny, and caring...
I am beautiful inside and out...
I love my family, friends, as well as, myself...
I am loyal, honest, and charitable; more importantly, I do my best to be a good person, and respect all differences...
I am someone's futrue wife, and best-friend--

He will love me just as I am, for all that I am...
Cherish me for more than my painted face...
He will cherish me with all of himself...
He will hold me above all others...
His true love...
The match to his soul...

True Love

Clouded memories--
Faded dreams--
Heavy hearted--
Passion infiltrated--
Deep inspiration and anticipation--
Heart racing, its hard to see--
Hard to breath--
Longing for your touch, your kiss--
The deepness of your eyes--
Clouded memories--
Faded dreams--
Heavy hearted--
Passion infiltrated--
A love--no one can touch...

Perception of Beauty

Day after day, I am told how beautiful I am.
Day after day, I am told how beautiful my smile is; or, how beatuful my eyes are; how beautiful my face is, or my lips-
I think it tiresome to be expected to live up to such standards.
Day after day, people assume because they find you beautiful life comes easy to you. They assume finding love only comes with the territory. They assume me deceptive and un-trustworthy.

They fail to see that most never look past their own perception of my beauty.

They fail to realize that I am not a pretty portrait with no feelings, and no depth.
They fail to see that I am not as beautiful as they precieve, life does not come easier to me, nor, does love.
They fail to see that there is so much more to me than physical beauty; a beauty that will surly fade.
They fail to realize their perception of my beauty, only makes me prey...

Empty Vessels

The source of my pain is not the empty vessels that once filled my bed. Nor, is it the heartache I've suffered at the hands of those empty vessels.
The pain in my heart stims from the true love I have ignored; from the love I didn't fight for.

I want to go to him, I want to tell him, how sorry I am that I, sabotaged our love.

The pain seems un-ending and no matter who may fill his physical space. No one, can fill the piece of my heart he stole. No one, can come close to making me feel as special as he thought I was for a time.

My heart longs for someone who isn't here, and never was. It longs for something only found in fairytales; my heart longs to be truly loved and freed from love...