I live in a world where
Getting over it is not an option
There is only pain
Every time I see your face
Or hear your name
I'm afraid of what I may do
When your picture
Isn't just on a screen
Or when your voice
Isn't coming from a memory
But from your lips
And I fear that when those lips move
They won't let forth
What I imagined they would
But what I prayed that they wouldn't
I'm afraid that we'll
Be friends
Or not be friends
Or acts as though we never met
And that you never held me
And that you never cared about me
As if I never smiled at you in the hall
I'm afraid that you'll
Try to get me again
I'm afraid
That you forgot.
Or that you're
too emberassed to admit
I'm afraid
That with every move you make
I'll remember what happened
Or what I wish would have happened
I'm afraid.
That nothing's changed.
And I'm afraid.
That everything's changed
YOU ARE READING
Severed Silence
PoesíaPoetry~ the art of rhythmical composition, written or spoken, for exciting pleasure by beautiful, imaginative, or elevated thoughts. ie. Talking about a special thing in a special way And these things are special My goal is to write at least one poe...
