I Cannot Read His Mind
I cannot read his mind
I'm trapped on the outside
Trying to understand why
I feel a yearning
But I haven't earned him
Unable to continue to life with expecting
Me to breath
Expecting something to change in this want
I have for his smell.
To bury myself in his warmth.
I cannot read his mind
I'm trapped on the outside,
No strings attaching us together
As anything at all
For we are just people.
So small
So fragile.
How do I get through this fear?
How do I get through to him?
My words are on repeat
A vibrant shriek
Pleading with me to stop
To untie this knot
He is the foreign language tickling my tongue
The exotic smells that filled up my nose
He was the one I thought I wanted
The body I needed beside me
The boy I knew I could never have.
Yet I fought.
With myself and the stranger I called my love.
I struggled in chains
Under the water I imagined as your bloody pain.
I created someone I thought I knew
But my imagination was never true.
Your patience was wearing thin
As I painted over your skin
In black sin.
I created someone I thought I knew
But my imagination was never true.
And I was the one to pay.
YOU ARE READING
Shadows From The Heart & All Other Places They Hide
Poezja"Please tell me, why does one write poems at all? Isn't it a waste of time?" A child asked me once. I replied, "So we could write meaningfulness to cover up the truth that everything is meaningless." It was the truth, was it not? Cover made by me
