Follow me one day
I see you so clear
Feel so connected
Tears well with one look
I know I see home
A part of me lost
I need to retrieve
But when, I question
Tonight I saw you move
Closer and closer
But then you just stopped
How did I ruin this
First the most obvious
Me, "Am I crazy?"
I hoped for a no
But received a yes
I had to know more
"Is there a reason?"
The answer still yes
I doubt my own eyes
"Will the crazy hurt?"
No answer received
"Will it ruin others?"
First firm NO you gave
That's all that matters
But you stayed alert
As if to warn me
"My crazy hurts me?"
Pity fills home's face
Maybe you'll come soon
Come back to get us
Take us where it's safe
Truth is, I might stay
I'm not even good
I really am selfish
I choose the martyr
The last to survive
Would make me suffer
I know of the pain
Awaits my torture
I feel fully deserving
Of all excruciating pain
Disagreements ignored
When that void must be filled
But I do hope you follow
Find me always needing you
Please, I ask for patience
Just know I will come home
I want your welcome arms
The tears burn and stab here
My return home is necessary
But I must leave all behind
On expiring, melting dust
Feeling indescribable pain
Never-ending is the sadness
When happiness is taught
See you in Earth's night sky
The tears are not for you
It's my own paradox
Between need and selfish
Coming home to see death
The end that destroys all
This world of small people
Maybe clueless, yet deserving
My mind always haunted
By all the worthy faces
I chose to leave and ignore
Thus scarring my happiness
I will always look at you
To feel closer to my home
Continue my watch, until you
Decide to leave us forever
I must be selfish and stay back
If you must go, please move on
I can only understand how you feel
That I've changed closer to them
True, my selfish comes from pity
But even above that is love
I can't leave one creature behind
A weakness I decided I can accept
5/19/13
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PoetryI live with a mathematical, logical mind, but tend to be immersed in emotion. The imbalance can both prosper and hinder me. with love, b 1987-until then...