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Sunday, 25 January 2015

[Poetry] Saved. (2011)

According to the properties of the word document that this poem was written in, I wrote this in 2011. I was single in 2011, and completely uninterested in anyone, so I actually do not know what the context of this one is. However, I'm guessing that some little spark in me was just crying out to be noticed, maybe? Maybe I was hoping someone in the future would read it and notice me, I have no idea. Maybe I was studying a certain poetry module and decided to write something that would fit into its standard, I don't know. It is one of my favourites regardless, and I'm guessing there will be many out there that can relate to it at some point in their lives.

Saved.

You’re really interested in me, and my dreams
and deep down I'm scared of what that means
I need some strength to hold me up
I don’t need a boy that gives up

I need someone who can know me, and understand
Why I run away from my own feelings, my head
Someone to stand by my side, and hold my hand
And realise why I can’t laugh things off, but cry instead

Because I need to be saved
sometimes from myself, sometimes from the world
Because amongst my armoured exterior
is a shattered, broken young girl

This heart’s been hurt too much, broken in two
it crushes my intelligence, my intellect to trust you
But I’m secretly longing for you to break through
You need a heart, you should have mine, but

I have placed barricades sixty feet high
I spend so many nights hearing myself cry
I have so many issues, I always will do
the last I want to do is push away you

Because I need to be saved
sometimes from myself, sometimes from the world
Because amongst my armoured exterior
is a shattered, broken young girl

This heart’s been hurt too much, broken in two
it crushes my intelligence, my intellect to trust you
But I’m secretly longing for you to break through
You need a heart, you should have mine, but

I'm not meaning to be this hurt
over so many things that just bring me down
I want to feel my self worth
Instead of feeling constantly dragged through hell

So even though I'm pushing you away
I really want for you to right back, and stay. Just stay. 

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