Still Beating
Still Beating
Trusted and believed in all the words which were spoken
The heart that you deceived lay ‘neath my feet harshly broken
Three times uncharmed, should know better by now,
Three times, played a fool- quite a show, take a bow
Deafened by the words you speak
I fall so fast, trust so easy
Words aren’t as strong, if actions are weak
Don’t tell me, show me how you’ll please me
Actions speak louder than any man’s lies
Love should be displayed, not hidden in disguise
Never again will I settle for second best
Love me honestly, or disappear like the rest
Everything that I am, only an honest heart can see
Bound together with the heart that beats inside of me
Time has passed, my heart hides upon a shelf
One day I will again share it with someone else
But only when I learn to first love myself.
Afterword:
This poem is about being played a fool by love. But it is not love who plays you for a fool, it’s your belief that you need someone else’s attention or validation in order to exist. Freud and many after him believed that in the stages of development and growth, one’s own identity should come before the stage of intimacy is approached. For how can we fully give ourselves to another if we are not even sure who we are? Many try to find someone to fill their void, define them, and make them feel whole. That’s why the love doesn’t come. It can’t. Love comes out of truth and identity. You cannot ask someone to love you if you do not love yourself. Start there, then you will know at the very least, what real, unconditional love looks like.
