when i think of you, my heart drops,sinks, with the thought of
someone other in your arms. im counting the days till i see your
face - when were talking, sitting the same chairs, same room, same
place. my heart breaks. snaps. rain on the windowpain; my tears.
yearn, cry, scream, shout, exclaim, and its so loud it echoes
through walls. but its silent, silence echoes in that room and its
as though youre blind to my efforts blind to my emotions. is it me?
is something wrong with me? that you cant use the love that I feel;
that youre blind folded. Am I to be scolded? like a child, for
feeling for you? is that how you see me? child. clinical, cold,
cutoff. this professional situation. i let you go only to have you
enter my head so many times in the day. heavy, heavy beneath the
sheets, my heart beats. and bleeds. with everystep away you take my
heart breaks, and i cease to exist when you look away from my face.
god your eyes. your eyes. cliches dont cut it. theres something
about you and i cant figure out.figureout.fadeout.imfading...
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