Why can't I stop thinking of you?
My thoughts are so consumed
that you tiptoe in my dreams.
I reach for your smile to satiate my hunger -
but find that it slips away,
a thief well-trained in taking my heart away.
Maybe I'm slowly going mad.
Lock me away and put the key where
no one will ever find it,
for caring for you is a sickness that
I'd be cursed to cure.
I am desperate, ravenous for you.
Reason tells me to let go,
but my stilled heart still cries your name.
Oh moon! Oh night!
Why have you teased me so?
Giving me what I know I cannot have,
a child given a sweet, only to pull it back.
Oh sun! Oh day!
Why have you teased me so?
Letting her words stamp onto my skin,
to never be erased -
but leaving me begging for more.
During the times I'm meant to sleep,
I lie awake and think of your beauty,
both inside and out -
so close to me but so far.
Your heart is mine, so I think, but you hold it
away from me to keep it from breaking.
I only want to be what shows its beauty
and I want to be your dearest obsession
and prove to you that caring, as I do,
is not a hopeless endeavor.
I've professed my heart and worn it
on my sleeve, bleeding, for you to see -
but I feel it will only be a reason for mockery.
I've tried to bite my tongue as best as possible,
though this effort may seem poor -
but I cannot hold it any longer.
You are the red rose I've picked, soft and sweet,
and I cannot choose another.
Turn me away to the dogs and jest when
I am gone, saying I am but a pig in human skin.
Somehow, though, I will not fault you.
For what good can I possibly give
to what already exceeds many's view of lovely?
I will only shed tears that I was insane enough
to believe that someone as myself was worthy.
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To the World...(A Collection of Poems)
PoetryZelda Aurora Gabriel has been writing poetry from the time she was 13. She is now 25. Different from others her age, poetry became an outlet and a means of understanding a world that often didn't understand her. "To the World" is a compilation and a...
