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Joyce Tao Poem
I hear you, but do you hear me?
Do you hear my aching heart?
Do you hear the shattering of my soul?
Of course you don't.
Even if you did hear my very existence disappear,
you wouldn't listen to my pleas for help
Do you understand what I am going through?
The thousands of knives I feel stabbing through me?
Of course you don't.
You don't understand,
just spurting words of encouragement and support.
What good does that do?
My heart, my spirit
won't listen to the nonsense you spread.
My heart is on silence
nothing but my feelings for him bouncing on the walls.
My mind is already shut down
security locked down tight after those words.
My logic took a dive for the ocean,
claiming the day it is found will be the day he returns.
So tell me,
does your petty words heal my wounds?
Unmutes my broken heart?
Clears up my clouded mind?
Bring logic back to my side?
Will that mend my shattered heart?
Will that seek me free?
The answer is no.
I'm nothing more than a broken doll.
Because, honestly, what freedom does a broken heart offer?
Copyright © Joyce Tao | Year Posted 2012
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Joyce Tao Poem
I was nervous,
as nervous as can be.
For I wanted to propose,
propose that single night.
This and that happened,
and it all turned out wrong.
I never meant to hit him,
but I lost sight of everything.
When I saw you with a guy,
I just couldn't resist.
You were in his arms,
kissing him on the cheek.
The only thing that passed my mind,
was that you're gonna leave.
Cause I knew this was it
You would leave me for him
He was your ex,
I guess was scared.
Scared that you'll leave me,
and my fear was realized.
I never thought you'll leave,
just get up and leave.
I regret my action,
that spur of a moment.
It cost me my love,
it cost me my life.
I've learned my lesson,
really, I have.
But who's to blame,
me or you?
I know the answer,
to my stupid question.
I was the one to blame,
it was all my fault.
For my jealousy,
got the best of me...
Copyright © Joyce Tao | Year Posted 2009
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Joyce Tao Poem
Even Just For A Second
Unwanted, unneeded,
uncared, unloved,
abused, neglected.
That is me
I am a freak.
Unwanted by many,
unneeded,
abused and neglected.
Even just for a day,
an hour, a minute.
Even just for a second,
I want to feel loved.
Just for a second,
if not for a minute,
an hour or a day,
I just want to be loved.
Unwanted, unneeded,
uncared, unloved,
abused, neglected.
That is me
How I want to,
break free from this!
How I want to,
Be loved…
But this is me.
Unwanted, unneeded,
uncared, unloved,
by one and by many.
Abused and neglected,
by one and by many.
But this is me,
and my life.
Just for a second,
I wish to be loved,
I wished to be noticed.
Even just for a second.
Not a day or an hour,
not a minute but a second.
I wish to be loved,
wished I had a meaning...
Copyright © Joyce Tao | Year Posted 2009
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Joyce Tao Poem
Love You or Hate You
I love you,
I love you not.
I hate you,
I hate you not.
Do I love you?
Do I hate you?
I do not know,
nor do I care.
I really should,
I know that.
I wanna love you.
I wanna hate you.
But how do I really feel?
Do I really feel that way?
Do I love you?
Do I hate you?
I wanna love you.
I wanna hate you.
I've decided to accept you,
to love you.
But my heart,
says it's wrong.
I've decided to forget you,
to hate you.
But my heart,
says it's wrong.
Do I love you?
Do I hate you?
Or is it neither?
Not one or the other?
I wanna love you.
I wanna hate.
Love you?
Or hate you?
I choose love,
but my heart says no.
I choose hate,
but my heart says no.
So love or hate?
I don't know.
Copyright © Joyce Tao | Year Posted 2009
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