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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