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poem no.1: questions

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Do you need me like I need you?

Am I what brings you back to shore when you're lost at sea?

If I died would you stay lost

Or would the tide bring you in?

Or were you ever even lost in the first place?

Without me,

Which are you?

That's the important question. 

Better yet,

Would you care if I died?

But,

Why should I believe a single word that comes out of your mouth?

Everything else you've said to me has been a lie. 

Why should I start believing you now?

What makes this time any different

From all the other times before?

I shouldn't believe you.

I've been given every reason not to. 

But I want to. 

I want to believe

That there is still some hope.

That you might could still love me

Like I love you. 

Even after all the things you've done to me,

I still crave more of you. 

A simple touch of the hand

Sends electricity through my body 

And makes me heat up inside. 

A glance of the eyes

Makes my cheeks redden instinctively. 

Imagine what would happen to me if I kissed you. 

More importantly,

If I kissed you and you kissed me back. 

What would happen to me? 

Would I explode into millions of atoms

And get lost in space?

Would I turn into the Phoenix that was burning in my chest?

Or would I simply smile

And try to contain all the pent-up emotions coursing through my head and heart?

And what would happen to me 

If you walked away? 

If you just...

Left?

Would I stop biting my tongue?

Would I say all that was on my mind at that moment?

Would I tell you to stop hiding everything you felt,

Like I knew you were doing?

Or would I simply cry

And let you walk away?

Would I let you slam the door behind you,

Therefore walking yourself out of my life?

I could go after you,

But why chase someone who doesn't want you in the first place?

The answers aren't always clearly written out in black and white. 

Sometimes,

More questions have to be asked to get answers.

But that's what was so poetic about us,

Wasn't it?

The fact that I had all the questions

And you had all the answers,

But you chose to keep them to yourself.

You chose to drag me along, 

Like a kitten chasing a string.

That is,

Until you got tired of the game...

-Sami Dean

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[WRITTEN: APRIL 13, 2017]

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