loving isn't enough,
and i wish i could say something sweet,
something nice, but it'd all be bluff,
i could lie and say i care,
or that the words flowing from my mouth mean something,
but it's not fair,
to tell you that they do when they mean nothing.
and i would hug you and take your pain away,
and i would write poems and songs about you and the sky,
i'd talk to god and i'd pray,
but my actions would simply be a lie.
i'd write about how your blue eyes stare into my soul and i see the ocean,
and i'd write about how your face is composed of the perfect amongst someone so far from it,
but when i look into your eyes i just see a commotion,
and a misarray of all the things i never said tearing me bit by bit.
and i'd love to be able to feel something when your lips hit mine,
or the passion in your touch when you're on top of me,
but i feel nothing but like i'm misaligned,
like the door hole's too small for the key,
like your heart doesn't fit the gap in my ribcage,
and that your thoughts don't complete mine,
like you're not someone i wish to stay with as i age,
like in my life poem you're just an empty line,
one that was never meant to be completed,
left blank in the page as though we were never meant to meet,
like the system's been cheated,
and life is bittersweet.
we just never needed each other,
in the game of life,
like how a kid needs a mother,
for her help in step that they take with strife,
and i don't need your lips to feel complete,
or your words to make my heart skip a beat,
and i won't fall to your knees when i feel defeat
YOU ARE READING
Kalopsia.
PoetryKalopsia • Noun ; The state in which everyone and everything looks beautiful. ✧一 一一 一一 一一 一一 一一 一一 一一 and here the words will bleed onto the page of each separate chapter in my mind, and the words will fall so effortlessly out of my eyes. 一 一一 一一...
