Old pangs sneak in
Not always in the cover of night
An ache, loneliness
Deep and hollow
Not to be filled by a shared touch
A longing, stretching over a lifetime
Not soothed by laughter
Emptiness, once filled with time
Now feeling the depletion
Of time slipped away
Every day holding hope
Hiding the truth
Letting a smile shine
Praying for that eternal love
Understanding it may never come
Not content with superficial covers
Searching the depths of the soul for an answer
Learning to love herself
It is not about my ego when you give me a compliment and I don’t respond the way you hoped I would.
It is not about my self esteem when you say I am nice things and pretty words that I don’t accept.
It does not mean I don’t believe these things about myself.
It means I don’t believe you know me well enough to make these statements.
It means I don’t trust your sincerity.
It means that I think you have other motives for your words than expressing to me your view of me.
I appreciate a nice compliment. They can brighten a dark day.
If you are disappointed by my response then it is your motives that need to be examined.
Your ego that needs to be checked.
Your self esteem that needs to be looked at.