This I Believe

Kayla - Georgetown, Texas
Entered on January 8, 2007
Age Group: Under 18
Themes: love

Pieces of Word

Pieces of wood. Splinters in my eyes.

You’re telling me I need to be set free.

And here now, everything is just the opposite.

Vibrations. Vibrations in the air.

The smell of your hair,

All the while, I want to…

I want to just stay here with you.

In this bed of emptiness.

But it won’t go away.

This feeling won’t leave me now.

Can’t say it’s too late. Could’ve, should’ve stopped it earlier.

You say it all seems broken. Maybe I’m broken.

You’re broken. We’re broken.

Apart, far from each other.

And you keep picking on the weak ones.

But nothing tells me I can do anything about it.

Telling me, myself, I hate you, me, no one.

I’m falling apart. No glue is holding me together.

Let me, let me lie here all day.

In this bed of emptiness and slander.

The one, the only one that I feel safe in.

The only one that I feel safe in,

is the worse place to be.

But what’s left of it, us, me, you now?

-morbId Engel

I believe in that feeling you get when you and the one you love are alone and you realize for the first time nothing can keep you two apart. That feeling in the pit of your stomach…the one that won’t go away even after vomiting for three days in a row because there is too much stress in the world. I love that feeling, and everything that comes with it. And I love it because it is just that – love.

Loving someone, anyone can’t be taken away. No one can make you stop loving another. They can tell you no, and keep you from them, but they can’t make you stop loving them.

This poem, Pieces of Wood, is all about what happens from the time of falling in love, to being apart and not knowing if that love is returned. But it doesn’t matter whether or not the love is returned because your own love is unconditional.

Everyone has this feeling sooner or later. I believe that everyone feels love one day. It isn’t that certain people are destined to be loved, but some people have to strive more than others. Love is unconditional, and so am I.