Wanting


All the times you said you loved me
were you true?
Was I a fool
to blindly believe the words you spoke
that fell so easily from your lips?
Yet how badly I wanted to believe them...
To trust them, to hold onto them, to
cherish them
Was it selfish of me
to take you at your word?
To want something better?
To try to fill my void inside
with you?
Was I selfish?
Was it wrong of me
to tell you I loved you?
To open my heart and let the
light shine out?
Should I have kept it
locked up in the darkness
away from you
Away from anything that could crush it
so easily?
Was I wrong
to want you to know me?
To want you to care?
Was I wrong
to want your love?


© Nicole Whaley 1999