I'm tiptoeing
Trying not to make a sound
It might be too loud
Or maybe you want me to talk now?
I'm terified
Even though you won't hurt me
But your words might sting
Even though they are not meant for me
I'm traveling
Walking on paper thin ice
Ice that is melting
And yet still I think I'm breaking it
I'm perfection
Don't I do everything right?
Where is my reward?
You should know how to love me by now
I'm frustrated
Lost, wanting validation
Or some sympathy
But still looking in the wrong places
I'm remembering
I'm still learning to love too
And it's not my fault
Love is not bought, but can it be taught?
I'm listening
And I think I understand
It's not about me
All the times I hurt made you regret
I'm progressing
I can tell you love me still
So let the ice break
It's cold anyway, and you're freezing
This is my attempt at a poem. My wife really likes poetry, and writing. So I'm trying to encourage her to write more, and one way is to try myself. I'm sure I'll post some sappy ones I've written/will write some day, but this one is an idea I've had for a while now and I wanted to give it a shot. It does have a specific meaning, but I never know if it's better to give my meaning, or let people create their own meanings.
So, I'm curious -- what did you get from this? :)
Also, I'll try to post a news update sometime soonish. My wife and I have been married over a year now and I absolutely love it!
