poetry for delight

dark hair

"Dark Hair"

I keep screaming out your

name, but you can't hear

a single word.

I keep touching your skin

but you can't feel.

I keep wishing you were

here with me, but you

don't care.

I keep needing you here,

and every time you disappear.

Why?

Why don't you know?

You see, each time,

I watch you walk past,

my heart sinks low.

I can smell you.

I can feel you,

hear you.

Why can't you feel

my love?

I miss you and there's

not a thing to miss.

I can't process these

feelings.

I can't wish you

were different,

because I love you for you.

I can't wish I were

different, because

maybe if I was, I wouldn't

have gotten the pleasure

of having my heart broken by you.

And I can't wish you

were here because you're there.

But I can wish that

you feel the fingers

I run through your long,

dark hair.

Can you feel me there?

-Keely

***the hair i wrote about is no longer long. just dark. fock.