The Not Given
poem by:
Michelle Cote
Written
on Nov 16, 2016
Why, why do I ask why? It is the question I don’t want to ask With the answers I don’t want to hear. I give it all to you, all of me, nothing is withheld. All is free and presented to you as the gift I value it to be. I hold it dear and close to my heart, But you, you don’t see it the same way, because to you it is not personal. Nothing is held close to your heart so When I give it all and you take it happily, I feel good About the giving but you just expect the getting. I suppose it is my own fault, my fault in expecting you To value it the way I do. I lie with you and let you in to become part of my soul Part of my very being and in my wishful thinking I see you as Doing the same for me. I feel a part of you, a part of your being. But in reality I am not because you don’t want me to be. You give yourself freely and totally but in the physical sense only. Your heart and soul are not present, not given. So when you tell me of the others I see you as giving them that precious Gift I give to you and your actions hurt me to my soul. But I am wrong You can‘t give away that which you do not have and when I remind myself of that fact, My hurt becomes for you and not because of you.
Tags: sad, love, depressing, deep, pain,
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Cecilia Crasto commented:
It is sad when we are taken for granted, and so much is expected from us,love the honesty and depth of this poem, well written indeed.
