Hey! Yet again another poem! I feel a bit sick. It's his fault again. It's always his fault. Specifically, I wrote a poem about him, again. I don't know how it looks to you, but tell me that. I want so much to know what you think about this, so please leave a comment. :)
He died and I'm alive. Easy, right?
Okay, forget it. Enjoy the poem! :)
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YOU WANTED YOU SEE/1
You wanted to see me laughing
But in the end, it was you who laughed
Because I don't want to laugh.
You wanted to see me dancing
But in the end, it was you who danced
Because I don't know how to dance.
You wanted to see me listening
But in the end, you were the one who was listening
Because I don't know how to listen.
You wanted to see me talking
But in the end, you were the one who was talking
Because I don't know how to talk.
You wanted to see me lying
But in the end, it was you who lied
because I don't know how to lie.
You wanted to see me screaming
But in the end, it was you who was yelled
Because I don't know how to scream.
You wanted to see me cry
But in the end, you were the one who was crying
Because I don't know how to cry.
You wanted to see me fall
But in the end, it was you who fell
Because I don't know how to fall.
You wanted to see me dying
But in the end, it was you who died
Because I don't know how to die.
I'm still alive
Still very much alive
I stand here
I am here.
And it is a mess,
Because you're not.
YOU ARE READING
Breathing in, breathing out
PoetryI could never find proper words To tell you how much I miss you And all the little things you had; First, the way you saw this world Through your sad ocean eyes. PS! In this collection, I touch on many serious topics like suicide, death, grief, trau...
