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Where I Stand Right Now


I remember yesterday and the stinging of that rain,

Who knew that love is the number one source of pain?

I remember when it was hard to stand against the winds,

Who knew that I am built out of nothing but sin?

She was a ship and I was a lighthouse,

I tried to shine but the storm just brought me down.

I never realized that maybe goodbye is our only choice,

So NOW I live off memories if your smile and voice.

 

Now I think that you don't even notice me,

I don't know.

Maybe I can't be loved if I can't even love myself,

I don't care.

The PRESENT is too painful to dwell upon,

So forget it.

The PAST had so much potential wasted,

Yet here I am.

 

I remember your compliments on these poems I write,

You gave me the courage to share poetry from my darkest plight.

I remember the way I always tried to get you to smile,

A dumb joke and I thought that you may actually stay a while.

I guess we all have to learn that nothing can really last forever,

But the PAST will always live if only we remember.

I'm sure whether I will ever get someone to love a monster like me,

I feel like Frankenstein built out of ruins and debris.

 

Now I think that you don't even notice me,

I don't know.

Maybe I can't be loved if I can't even love myself,

I don't care.

The PRESENT is too painful to dwell upon,

So forget it.

The PAST had so much potential wasted,

Yet here I am.

 

NOW is when I must remember where I stand,

I need to believe that love won't always feel like quicksand.

There may come a day when I find a girl who sees beyond her eyes,

A girl that loves me so much she resurrects the butterflies that once died.

Sooner or later the FUTURE will show me a way away from my past,

I need a love that will pick me up from this dead end and carry me to a new path.

Can anyone please tell me that love is so much more than the scars I've known,

I don't know where I stand right now but I know that I won't always be alone.

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David L. Hawkins III

A Christian poet and victim of bullying. Through my writing I hope to shine my own light through this dark world we live in.

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