To Live Half A Life

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
I dont expect anyone to understand the true meaning of this poem... so i'll go ahead and put it in two words heartbreak, insanity.

Submitted: December 13, 2011

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Submitted: December 13, 2011

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To Live Half a Life


Living in the moment

Dying slowly by the instant

Fading gradually by the second

Drifting away suddenly

Tomorrow is uncertain

The past is justified by time

Many vibrant colors

Along with imperfections

All put together to look appealing

Shades may disguise your true colors

Mixed emotions create a complex individuality

Truly a work of art...

Your bare heart

Somehow a clear target to demolish

But hidden well enough from view

Like a drum

I could make it beat

With a touch

I knew it resonates within your chest

As it’s completely hallow inside

A heart being your source of life

Shows no evidence of my existence

Mine, remaining bear, displaying you,

My mind, an open book,

I could read aloud if you wanted me to,

Why allow me to see, so far into you,

but keep discreet what you see in me?

I could see you

See into you

See through you

See past you

I see that you hide

I know you have hidden a piece of you

You hide me?

Or I am the empty space?

Or that that is missing?

Actually neither,

You demolished me from you

Unknowingly

Then half of me died

If it is sincerity,

Then I oppose sensitivity

No truth without fair criticism

And no liaison without deep sentiments 

Indifference...

Without a glance of emotion

If secrets are suspended

Secrets tear apart greater links,

Abolishing potential ones

Something the rest of me is dying to ask you for…

The two of us died,

Together, but each in half

One died then,

Now one’s emptiness is mine to bear

I cannot explain how this is seen in my perception

I claim it to be of imagination

Was it once an illusion?

Or was that a hint of absurdity?

Either way, you glance at me, “Irrational.”

Half of me died,

A part of me broke,

I can’t recall what I lost,

But only know how much is missing


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