i start to mourn what could've been
how can i mourn an entity that doesn't even exist?
yet one could also say that longing, yearning,
for a thing that doesn't exist
can, in fact, be mourned.
and so, i long for it, for you, for the idea of you.
the image of you I constructed in my head
which isn't real.
i long for what you can never give me,
and that isn't fair.
i miss it still.
it–it
and now i sit
waiting on something
not just anything
you
your smile
your laughter
your being
all that you could give me
but never will
i bury such thoughts
such longing
in its tomb
and lay it
in its grave.
YOU ARE READING
i'd go anywhere with you
Poetrythe gritty, raw, and vulnerable feelings that surface when one unequivocally and unconditionally loves someone. often conflicting, sometimes devastating, yet wonderful nonetheless. this poetry anthology tries to capture exactly that. in progress. af...
