You. With the eyes that shimmer the same as mine.
You. Whose smile, "...though so rare...", I inherited by,"...is the fault mine?"
And nevertheless, your eyes seem to perceive the world so much differently than mine.
You say you know me,
yet I believe you know so very little of
who I am and of who I'm not.
The words of understanding are the shelter I'd sought.
When there's water behind your eyes,
I hear it pouring out -"so very"- loud.
It feels as though it pours right into my heart.
The pain and sorrow and grief
all combined - "twisted and weird".
I can't, must and not accuse you of a single thing "I must resist!",
'cuz I know I would be forced to repeat the exact same ...
We're like massive gravity forces
that circle 'round one another.
The times of tight bonding
are torn by increased ear attack - "bombing".
Love me or hate me, I say
and I know I cannot mean it.
Even if I chose to leave,
my heart'd already be tied up here.
I love you so very much
and you're the reason I hide.
It's a simple solution
that I keep avoiding on and on and on.
I can see how lovely you can be,
how wonderful your acceptance through life's evolved.
At times you show the other side
of fear, hurt and locking out.
Shall I resist? Shall I forfeit?
"Neither seems correct nor right."
Divided in pieces I try to puzzle the world up,
knowing none's ever redirected the compass to a different path.
"Although I try and try and try."
I crave, I starve, I grasp
each chance, each look, each breath, each storyline
for a little particle of haven,
Safety, Warmth and a nod 'Up-down'.
It seems stories stay on being stories
and fiction never comes to life.
All in all,
"What's thought,'s not ever done."
Confirmation sits on a high tree
surrounded with leafs;
As I try to climb,
it always comes out higher than it seems.
And I can't quit or bail,
I keep on hanging for just a bit,
Though for long it will not crystallize;
I'm not ready to reach it.
How can I say no?
Say I can live without you?
When there's so much I have to get to know,
a lot about you that I yet not know.
It all comes down in the end
to the never-ending love "one" felt
whether they're white or black or purple or 'g(r)ay(t)'
from the beginning of times,
when they were made to be in your arms.
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A COLLECTION OF POETRY
PoesieHello everyone! :) This is my poetry collection and I decided to publish it so I can let all these unspoken words and feelings out of the constricting walls of my computer and phone :D I started writing poems when I was still in high school and they...
