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Perfectly Imperfected Reflection

Poetry By: krptdnacnce
Poetry


an unhealthy relationship takes its toll, call it like you see it, why do we try to hang onto things that are not worth the effort-face it-quit lying to yourself


Submitted:Sep 9, 2007    Reads: 76    Comments: 0    Likes: 1   


My thoughts, feelings and insecurities,

A poem, if you will,

Truth is true even if you lie to yourself

It is Truth styll-

Right if you allow it to be

Solution like needs to be

And my questions, perceptions and unresolved issues

Of whats with you and me

Perfect reflection of an imperfect collection

Perfect is a lie

The truth is you and I

Is there no happy medium?

The choice is but to choose between yelling or silence?

Negative attention or no attention??

Supercharged or no charge at all??

The shortest distance between two points is a straight line

And the ability to keep a distance right next to me you have mastered just fine.

I don't understand any of it at all...

Tyme continues to move on,

we continue but not together.

We just exist.

Independently of one another, alternating ownership of an attraction meant to resist

Silence is by far better than the fight.

Although I never get to choose,

It's quiet when you want it to be and argument when I'm right

No matter how you see it, I always lose.

In the shadowed existence and distorted visions of what love is meant to be,

Lies the imperfect reflection of dysfunctional life-

The truth is YOU and Me

The unresolved issues, necessary but silenced words, put off for later, consequently never heard.

Inflicted hurts, ignored wounds-like baggage perfectly packed

Fear prevents my bringing them up again-

Afraid of how you will react.

Stuffed by silence instilled by fear

Why am I alone in this

When you are right here??

I question

Both myself and you

I'm the only one who answers

You never do.

I go out there you come in here

I come here. You stay there

I go. You come back.

But not to me.

Why? How do you really...?And is it because?...>

I feel the only answers I get, your actions directions and silence the only answer you have given me yet...

Disappointment.

You are content.

If you are not why not make it clear

I am alone but you are near.

Again, I answer myself.

I shed a tear,

Alone as if you were never here.

I go to you

You come at me,

Backpedal -retreat -backwards

Defeat

Turn it around and upside down

Over , it repeats

I am here

Without you.

You have walked away

Mad angry ?? Nothing to say??

Same shit just a different day.

Perfect reflection of an imperfect collection

Perfect is a lie

The truth is you and I

And the truth is I deserve so much more than this

Goodbye.





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