What happened to my sense of self, my sense of my own living, breathing body after I the misfortune of making that one single connection that would cause a chain reaction of emotions buried, those bitter and potent explosions of feeling only saved for the more dire of times. I've opened you the door to my consciousness, and now my own home, and you are a ruthless phantom that stalks my dreams, an omnipotent puppeteer controlling my actions roughing a crude path similar to yours. There's this weight in my chest that hasn't gone away every since I arrived here and all because you reciprocated my deprived lashes for something I didn't realize until you gave it tenfold. Now that you move forward I am forced to divert, you are to divert onto other opportunities and grow and be the confused, haunted soul but healing, healing forever in melting frost making way for a prosperous garden,I bare my teeth and gnaw at the bit on my reigns, I throttle the bars at my cage as I am helpless in your departure from my life. You will find someone better, everyone always does.
My body is nothing to you, I wish I could say the same to yours.
Just say the words and I'll be alright, just say you'll never forget me and I'll continue to live. My own life can be easily tossed away if it meant that I could be granted an eternal love, an eternal body forever devoted forever there.
Life is cruel in taking. Taking the ones I love and taking you - I am counting the days but in a silent whisper and my tears have been only because of you. You know nothing of kindness and kindness has not given you her warmth but I will.
It hurts. It hurts what you do to me, and you would never know.
I have a body, when I am with you, without I am but a husk of a man, utterly lost in its own maze of self-destruction without a hand at my side.
God it's painful to see all those signs of you wanted to get closer to me, just ask me and you know the answer. Just be mine.
Wherever you go,
whoever you see,
please never forget me.
YOU ARE READING
you won't get what you want
PoetryRamblings and such. A continuous sob, witness a creature trying to understand whats it's like to be human
