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This poem is based on a true personal problem that a friend of mine had. I hope it gave some small relief to what must be a common relationship issue. So to anyone out there with this sort of issue, remember you are not alone and there is no need to feel as though you are a failure or in any way inadequate. You are not the first and you will not be the last.


Submitted:Oct 28, 2007    Reads: 133    Comments: 4    Likes: 3   


I keep getting this feeling about you; I know it's somehow true
But there's no way I can get by in life, not living without you
You see I get these thoughts that you're seeing another
What can I do, not let you out, just hold on and smother?
I see you all dressed up and going out on the town
Should I really believe you and just take this lying down?
It's the little things that make me feel that you're being untrue
You don't say "I love you" I don't know why, I wish I knew
It's that new dress your wearing and special perfume tonight
I wish I could hold on to you and not let you out of my sight
Even when we are out together all I seem to do is get hung up and sigh
Is it me there's something wrong with, or is it your wondering eye?
When I'm working away at my job, it's impossible to concentrate
My minds in a quandary and my business I can't contemplate
I wish you would come through the door and show me true affection
Why don't I stand up and tell you; is it that I fear your rejection?
Maybe it's my fault; I've neglected you and your feelings in the past
Now I sit here and wonder; is it too late to tell you my love is unsurpassed?
It's that small sign of affection, the hug, the touch or kiss
These are the little things that I dearly do so miss
You come home all flustered, guilty, and act as if you care
We just share this knowing glance, my heart is in despair
You try to make some normal chat, without looking me in the eye
I ask you what you've done tonight, you falter with your reply
As we lie together in our bed at night my mind so full I cannot sleep
I know that you're not sleeping either, you're mind elsewhere, I want to weep
I can't go on with this no more, I've simply had enough
My minds a mess, its living hell, and I'm feeling rather rough
Should I confront you with my feelings, my life feels so surreal
No, just sit here with a tortured mind and suppress the inner squeal




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