To finally understand my mind would be to have the world literally in your palm, it will never happen.
You can taste air I gaspe for, your iron filled lungs won't feel the pain that mine struggle to avoid.
Your eyes won't see the inside my the brutal war between my mind and body.
You only see eyes widen or close together.
My body aches for your touch while my mind rushes. for your attention.
How can I tell you that my will to live is soley based on love?
The love I have for wanting to love someone endlessly.
Appreciating their being and presence on this very planet.
Every ounce of my attention poured onto you, you.
bathe in it, yet little is returned.
Why is that your annoyed by my touch?
Am I wrong for wanting to feel your warmth?
I'm sorry.
I just wanted to feel the same sort of love that I have.
You still won't understand my mind after I finish explaining.
YOU ARE READING
why I should have listened
PoezjaThis is a direct journey into my mind through poems, most inspired by pain others created through pure thought and draft. I hope to push forth and express the emotions brought into each poem.. or to leave a sense of ecstacy. Enjoy!
