Are you ashamed of me?
At first, I thought I understood the idea behind the lie.
But now that I’m left to suffer it’s no longer justified.
I don’t want you to be a victim of this terrible disease,
but I simply cannot be
what
you
seek.
Would you love me more if I wasn’t me?
Is there something I can do, to make me more available to you?
End
The constant fear
Of you
leaving
Keeps me awake
But
sometimes i wonder
If maybe.
Maybe it’s not too late.
Watery words and dry cites
Writing poems is difficult for some
Some including me.
Some days the words flow out of me
Like water from a stream
Some days I suffer drought
And my city goes without.
The days I notice are the dryest
Have no patterns or rhythms
I wish they did
for I’m unaware
who
hid
them.
You
Well, not actually you.
Learning to live without you is simply too hard to do.
You don’t seem to be having a difficult time
Finding a lover
You cannot be replaced.
It leaves me to wonder
Was I just another?
I wish I would’ve told the guard outside my heart.
I sit here, torn. I’m torn apart, but I’ll go after. You.
Can you see it too?
The open skies cannot untie our eyes.
You’re the one I choose.
You’re the one I never want to lose.
Told me so.
You left me
I knew you would
But somehow when I looked away, you crept into my heart
I wish I was yours
I wish you wanted me.
I can’t imagine anyone in your place
It feels wrong
Because I will
Never
stop waiting for you.
You
Well, not actually you.
Learning to live without you is simply too hard to do.
You don’t seem to be having a difficult time
Finding a lover
You cannot be replaced.
It leaves me to wonder
Was I just another?
I wish I would’ve told the guard outside my heart.
I sit here, torn. I’m torn apart, but I’ll go after. You.
Can you see it too?
The open skies cannot untie our eyes.
You’re the one I choose.
You’re the one I never want to lose.
Watery words and dry cites
Writing poems is difficult for some
Some including me.
Some days the words flow out of me
Like water from a stream
Some days I suffer drought
And my city goes without.
The days I notice are the dryest
Have no patterns or rhythms
I wish they did
for I’m unaware
who
hid
them.
I’d give you mine
If you said it’s raining over there,
I’d give you my umbrella
if I was in a tsunami.
If you were on the edge of a cliff
I’d use myself to push you up
Even if it meant pushing myself down
For you are me
Just as I am you.
As long as you are alive
Living.
I could not be happier.
Shame
At first, I thought I understood the idea behind the lie.
But now that I’m left to suffer it’s no longer justified.
I don’t want you to be a victim of this terrible disease,
but I simply cannot be
what
you
seek.
Would you love me more
if I wasn’t me?
Is there something I can do, to make me more available to you?
Nevermind my thoughts
How crazy am I to think of another
After all that we have done for each other
But of course I must end this
Because you didn’t mend this.
You didn’t even try.
I think I would’ve rather it die.
Empty poems
When I write,
I write my thoughts.
But if I wrote what I was thinking,
this empty page would stare at me.
Anger and resentment filling it with words.
Words only I can see.
And they’ll think I’m going crazy.
Because,
I am.
They’ll see.
Their Words
Stab into me,
Like little sharp knives.
They think they don’t hurt me,
Because of the film I insert into my eyes.
Little do they know that the smile on my face is full of lies.
Apathy and lack of emotion are all in my skies.
But when you awoke.
The skies got shaded, with a little blue cloud.
Now it’s easier to fake.
If I’m even faking it at all.
