It wasn’t that elusive,
or that simple, really,
it was a blow in the frostbiting
winter, when someone you
adored didn’t pay heed 
to what little you held solemnly.

It wasn’t that pretty,
or that ugly, really,
it was amends to tactless
approvals from people who
didn’t matter, silently creeping to
approving my own self, fervently.


15 thoughts on “Approval

  1. Kavvzzz, I completely understand what this poem trying to say. It is bizarre really how much weight the opinion of one person holds, especially when we hold them in high regard. We hope to be treated with care by the ones we trust with our hearts. x

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