For you, bewildered and left in the dark, wondering in each painstaking second if what you have is 'real', may these words be yours to echo to the cosmos, and may an answer come finally through the galaxies.
Are you as confused as I am,
when I start to wonder what we are?
When I consider all my feelings,
all those gestures, and words so far?
Was I taking in too much of it,
assuming all of it was more than serious?
Should I have laughed it off like you did,
why do I feel so pained and delirious?
I thought that this could finally be,
something that proved things to be true.
But, here I am again teary eyed and hurt,
still wondering if I was anything more to you.
So, when all those promises left your lips,
you really just put me on another stage.
Me, becoming your little stringed puppet,
performing feats for you for days.
Your applause is what I loved,
and your praise was what I needed,
but, now that truth has come to light,
I feel so hurt that I've been cheated.
And the most painful thing in this,
is that I know we can't even be,
why did I think and feel for all of it,
when vagueness is all I could see?
Please answer, maybe once,
and tell me all the truthful facts,
define what you think of us,
can you even do this simple act?
But, if you can't then just go,
I know that there is no hope in this,
why should I even try and fight,
for love that was not there to exist?
YOU ARE READING
For You
PoesiaFor you, my words they are to keep, For you, my dreams to fill your sleep, For you, my life in your hands, For you, my love I still stand. (Cover is self made)
