Is This Love?

A poem by Cheyann Cena. Leave a comment for the poet by scrolling to the bottom.

I want to be noticed,

I want to be loved,

I want to be wanted,

I want attention,

I get looked at when I wear a low shirt.

I get asked to dances when I wear tight pants.

They like it when I throw my body around.

He says he loves me,

But does he really?

I stay with him because that's the only way I feel wanted.

I feel noticed when I’m with him.

Is this really love?

I show off my body,

He says he loves me.

Is that love?

I gain weight and then he leaves me.

I feel like a used thrown away piece of trash.

I starve myself and wear more makeup.

He tells me I look pretty and comes back to me.

Is this love?

I feel like a tool,

Used for pleasure and then thrown away.

I feel like an object.

Looked at and used.

I can’t keep doing this.

I need to find someone or something that fills up this void in my heart.

I need someone who loves me,

Someone who satisfies me but doesn’t leave me.

A verse in the bible catches my eye,

“I have loved you, my people, with an everlasting love. With unfailing love I have drawn you to myself.” Jeremiah 31:3

I want to know where this love comes from.

I need this love.

I flip through the bible again,

Another verse catches my eye,

“But God showed his great love for us by sending Christ to die for us while we were still sinners.” Romans 5:8 …..

Wow,

I want to be loved like that.

According to that verse I am.

So much that God would send his son Jesus to die for me while I am still a sinner.

I will stop looking for attention and love through boys.

I am completely noticed by Jesus.

I am unconditionally loved by God.

I am extremely wanted by, Jesus so much that he would die for me,

Even when I didn’t know about him.

I absolutely get attention from God.

He hears my every prayer,

My every plead,

My every dream,

My every wish and my ever desire.

This, is love.