An Idol

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

This is about my rock idol, I have never met him but sometimes I feel like I could possibly fall in love with him.

I love him like an equation that doesn't balance ,or  
like A key that opens no door.
Like Biting yourself while you know it hurts,or
rubbing salt in an open sore.

The person that I'm waiting for,
I have taught myself to love him.
Knowing the wound will hurt
But still rubbing the salt in.

I have tried many things 
and nothing satisfied.
But only did the thought of the man 
Whom I blindly idolize 

I have never met the god,
But I have seen him previously.
Right there he was standing,
behind the glass screen.

A Tanglewood in his arms 
While I was tangled in his personality 
So long, and I never realised that 
It was strangling me.

So much pressure 
And I could not measure
How badly I wanted to meet him

So many days,
Precious and gone to waste 
Crying over never being able to meet him.


Submitted: December 18, 2014

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