A Pocketful of Poesy was and is again a Poem-a-Day(-on-Average) Blog! For 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012, and now for 2017 and going forward, you may expect to see 365 poems every year, 366 for leap years.

but aren't they all random?

Monday, August 22, 2022

You want

You want people reaching out to you 
because of your inherent value, 'cause
that's only way you could validate, 
that you're worth being seeking and 
catching, 

great. 

What you want is your problem, what 
you want is your problem, and nobody 
wants it unless they should! You want 
it your problem! It's yours 'cause you 
want it - and nobody should. 

Unless they wish. Then: GOOD. 

You are not the reason for one to reach
out, as if you're some center of their 
universe, and all they do, freely do 
by you: 

was caused by your charms, your intent, 
your influence and deserts. 

What you want is your problem. No one
validates you:
by wanting you.

It is a value in them not a value in you.  

Unless your purpose is to be wanted. 
How vain. 
How true. 

Free gift is not for the likes sf you. 
Break the chain of deserts, for these 
are the claims you strive and hate! 
And burn to be proven true, 
so great, and 

it damn sure 
never can/will
be true!

That another wanting you 
confirms anything about you,
your quality or value. 

It only displays their taste. 
Which you oh goodness 
me so happen to fit. 

It could be perversity
on their part - did you think
of that?

You know, it could even be 
something else, to grow. 

If you gave you true all day 
for life, no less than you mean, 
no other than you know - it might 
just mean that they've acquired IT. 

Because of worth that they found
in you. You FIT - them. 

You apparently - don't fit you? 
'Cause if you did, validation 
would never be due. You'd 
be valid all through, if you 
fit you. If you chance to fit 

some other one's taste? 

That. 

Is not.

Your worth. 

It is theirs.  

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