There’s always this feeling
Way in the bottom of my heart
Of maybe I am just the unlovable one
The feeling that makes me feel sick when we kiss
That makes your touch feel like fire
Saying “I love you”
Leaving a sour taste on my tongue
I hate the feeling of being unlovable
Yes, I may be able to find someone who loves me
But it’s always
Never enough
Or too much
I can’t find that happy medium
Maybe I am too complicated to love
Maybe I’m the problem
What if it’s not other people
But me, as a collective
The one who likes to push and pull
The one who bends and breaks
The one who caves in the end
The unlovable girl
Categories:
unlovable, 12th grade, anxiety, cry,
Form: Free verse
Sometimes my brain deludes me into believing that I am utterly unlovable.
Like a dog who has been in the shelter for far too long, being prepared for his final meal.
My throat closes up,
My lungs shut down,
And there are no other thoughts to be had.
I often convince myself that I do not deserve good things,
Like I am destined to live and die in a world of hurt.
As if something I have done in a past life created this monster of a brain,
As if I earned it in a way.
I know my brain tricks me,
It is conditioned to make things harder than they have to be–
I, ultimately, made it that way.
It is kind of beautiful though, that self-hatred and trauma can actively alter your brain in a physical sense–constructing neural pathways.
Sometimes it helps me to discover the trace of beauty within hideous things.
Categories:
unlovable, depression, emo, feelings, how
Form: Free verse
I am in love with the one who walks as if the world he ventures is his to take
I am in love with the one who entangles me in his desires and wraps me in his warmth as If his arms were serpents
Who is driven by a force that comes from deep within him
Who loves with passion and takes no caution
The one who can sense my mood from a mile away
Who teases me like a childish game
But always manages to keep me held close
Unable to escape the grip of his intoxicating love
I am in love with a man who knows he will never be in love with me
But yet wants to so badly
The man who can give me everything I have ever wanted
But also take everything I have ever had
I am in love with the man who lights up any room he walks into
Who has eyes like rare Jules
And a smile that melts your heart
Though I have made the grave mistake of choosing him
For I have chosen a man who holds so much love
But whose biggest fear is to give it
So many who desire it
But no true intention to succumb to it
I am in love with the unlovable lover man
Categories:
unlovable, betrayal, deep, for him,
Form: Free verse
He thought no one could love him
Because he was unlovable
He knew this without being told
in words
His mother considered him a burden
he had felt this from infancy
Left on his own in a crib,
sobbing for attention
He was startled when he was given a home
Thought it was a trick
expected they would be mean to him
His mother always told him they would
if they ever “took him away”
He was on guard and hypervigilant
for several years, not able to let his guard down
remembering that he was unlovable
Categories:
unlovable, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Prose Poetry
Hyperventilating on the bathroom floor
Nobody hears
Nobody cares
If I were to just stop breathing
He wouldn’t be there
I call for help
But not even a breathless me
Would make him come running
And that’s what being unlovable is like
Categories:
unlovable, lonely, lost love,
Form: Free verse
love the unlovable,
when its time to let go,do not cry.
loosen you grip, divide the fingers,
and wish them well
for you were the only person who opened your
cold bones to the untrusting thrones
of the unknown.
giving so unselfishly,
while wishing them the best
while on this cold,
not in your control journey
you fed them the best knowelege
know watch them walk away
no thank you's,no hugs,
love the unlovable
Categories:
unlovable, childhood, growth, how i
Form: Free verse
there's a damning secret
hidden deep within her essence
the spirit does not forget
she will always feel its presence
refusing to be denied
its taunting's always been there
where can one hide
from predestined despair?
the shadow was so sweet
veiling the truth for so long
light of maturity was its defeat
revealing all her qualities as wrong
a woman born unlovable
swaddled in loneliness
never to be desirable
holding hands with hopelessness
so long and hard she's strived
to be all that she is not
but ghastly truth has arrived
undoing all for which she's fought
it sharpens its claws
digging the depths of her mind
exposing all her flaws
'til there's nothing good to find
Categories:
unlovable, feelings, hurt, self,
Form: Rhyme
I am unlovable
If we are the sum of all our parts
I am unlovable
My parts are broken
Dark and dingy and twisty
The sum of my parts are jagged
And I am unlovable
Categories:
unlovable, dark, depression, loneliness,
Form: Free verse
What is it that makes me unlovable?
Is it my nose?
Is it my eyes?
Or maybe it’s just my size.
I do not know,
But my feelings of loneliness grow.
By the day,
By the hour,
Staring eyes do nothing but glower.
What is it that makes me unlovable?
Is it my voice?
Is it my face?
Or maybe I just stick out of place.
I do not care,
At least that’s what I say when they glare.
By the moment,
By the second,
I’m just ugly I reckoned.
What is it that makes me unlovable?
I wish that I knew.
I wish that I wasn’t.
I wish all that say it matters, say that it doesn’t.
I do not cry,
But you should know that is a lie.
By the month,
By the year,
One thing alone has become clear:
I’m simply unlovable.
Categories:
unlovable, angst, depression, introspection, me,
Form: Rhyme
LOVE SOMEONE UNLOVABLE THIS CHRISTMAS
LOVE IS A GIFT TO BE SHARED ALL AROUND
LOVE HAS NO LIMITS,NO FAULTS CAN BE FOUND.
LOVE IS ONE TREASURE MONEY CANT BUY,
IT DOES NOT HAVE PRICE TAGS,BUT VALUED HIGH.
LOVE IS PERFECT WITHOUT ANY FLAWS,IT
HELPS REACH OUT TO OTHERS TODAY,
THAT NO ONE ELSE WOULD HAVE TIME FOR,
IT COULD BE AN ANGEL,GOD SENT YOUR WAY.
LOVE IS GIVING OF YOURSELF TO HELP SOMEONE
THAT MIGHT BE IN NEED OF A FRIEND,
LOVE IS MORE THEM RIBBONS AND PRETTY BOWS
ITS A LOVE THAT NEVER WITHERS AND ENDS.
SO MANY PEOPLE IN THIS WORLD TODAY
ARE REACHING OUT FOR LOVE,
SEARCH YOUR HEART,TO FIND A GIFT
THAT WILL BE BLESSED BY THE MASTER ABOVE.
IF EACH OF US JUST REACHED OUT TO ONE
THAT HAS NOTHING,THIS CHRISTMAS DAY,
SO MANY PEOPLE WILL SHARE A LOVE,
THAT WILL SPREAD TO OTHERS THIS WAY.
WRITTEN BY ANN HART
Categories:
unlovable, people, love, people,
Form: I do not know?
There’s a realm that lives inside of me,
And I call it secret heart valley.
There the sun is always shining,
Though in this world I am pining.
There the flowers always bloom,
Whilst the real world swirls with gloom.
This place exists I tell you true,
And there the sky is always blue.
Path ways of the whitest marble,
You really should visit; it’s quite a marvel.
Trees awaken fresh and new,
Dripping with the morning dew.
Waves lap gently at lake shores,
And here my heart, it aches no more.
Here I wander happy and free,
Released from the real world’s misery.
I run through the hills so very thrilling,
I bathe in the rivers fast and chilling.
I rest by a warm fireside at night,
And in the creatures of the forest gain much delight.
It’s the ultimate getaway for one,
It costs not a cent; it’s just for fun.
If your life in this world has made you down trodden and blue,
You can visit secret heart valley too.
Fore you’ll have to create one of your own,
My special place is not for loan.
You’ll find this sweet garden on no map or chart,
The key is located within your own heart.
Take some time to enjoy and create,
And your worldly cares will temporarily abate.
Categories:
unlovable, angst, confusion, life, world,
Form: I do not know?