The Assorted Poems

Phantom Pain

Like a phantom pain, limbs no more. I'm holding on to something that has become a chore.

It is something I can never have, so why do I even try?

I fight the feelings, but still they come, can they leave? Can they be done? Why am I like this?

Do I seek what I cannot find?

Out of sight out of mind.

I feel more pain in my heart than ever, I hope I don't lose you. No, never.

I should have known I was a fool to chase you, but we had common interests, and oh that face you!

You're more gorgeous than anything my eye has ever seen.

I feel sick to my stomach with sadness, my face turning green.

If you just gave me one chance, finally I could be happy,

But as of the day I was born, I have felt crappy.

Always taught that I was broken. That I was incomplete, like words unspoken.

"You need church it makes all bad things new!" But what's an old bad thing made new? A hole patched with glue?

I fight because I love you.

Out of my life I don't want to shove you.

The wind is cold, the frost is chilling, preserved for years, like the ice of my hearts filling.