I still eat off the thought of your existence like its my last supper
Its gets me by
Keeps me full when I'm empty
Puts me at peace when Im in pieces
I exhaust myself attempting to maintain the artificial image I came to love
But it just adds salt to the wound
Because who I thought you were wasn't you all along
Or was it
Is it the other way around
Were you really your true self
And just an illusion to everyone else
One will never know...
The Japanese says we have 3 faces
The one we show to the world
The one we show to our family
And the one we keep to ourselves
What face did you reveal to me
I wonder...what the world looks like from behind your eyes
What love feels like behind your chest
What thoughts concluded that you leave me
Believe me, I still find it so unrealistic
Its as if you never left
Your name still rolls off my tongue instantly like once before
My fingers still navigate to fragments of the past
My heart still lies in your hands
I felt reborn because of a man
These thoughts keep me warm
Keep me sain
Increase the capacity of irrelevance in my brain
//e.b.
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THE FUNDAMENTALS OF A REALIST
PuisiA collection of my thoughts in poems that reflects my life before, after, and during being associated with my first love as well as my creative impulses. a poetic photograph of May 2015- October 2015. ***BEWARE PROFANITY***
