I cannot stand to
Look at you
Feel you
Be around you
Because it's a constant
Nagging
Aching
Reminder that what I so
Embarrassingly
Desperately
Shamefully
Want from you cannot be attained
Maybe it's just my head
But something tells me
You used to want me
Maybe wanted what I wanted from you
But something also tells me
That it's gone
It makes me feel
Inept
Inferior to
It.
Did I mess it all up?
Is it what you really want?
Or is my sense of self
So large that
I assume no other piece fits
Like mine?
I'm not used to being rejected
There's no way to prepare for
The toll it takes
All you can do is sit
Feel the angst
Until you become numb enough
Or find a deterrent.
The desperate desideratum
Of hugs
Hands
Lips
Warmth
For months
Pushed onto someone else
Feeling like you could've had a chance
What did I do wrong?
What wrong step
Did I take
In the waltz of it all?
That's why
It hurts
So
Much
Because above all else
We're still friends
And friends don't quit on one another
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PoetryThis is the tale of emotions gone rogue. They stole a depressing '69 Mini Cooper Country Man. Denial is driving. Anger is smoking a cigarette in the passenger seat. Identity is nowhere to be found. The red flags are in the trunk. Okay, not seriously...
