An anthology of poems written when love was believed but then deceived; when friendships were shattered and when ones mind couldn't fathom the idea of intimacy.
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I'm tunnel visioned to see only you Looking at somebody else and Though I try to, I can't see any other living thing in my sights. My mind is travelling down one path, and that is towards your rejection and Though I try to, my legs won't turn my body in any other direction. I cannot see or feel things for anybody else but you, And perhaps that's some form of curse for me but a Gods gift for you because at least I only have eyes for you. While I sit afar and see you with another Knowing we were never made for each other, My heart shatters and the pieces scatter, There's too many to gather and hold against the crease of my arm, remaining steady and calm, I leave them be to rest on the floor, My mind broken. My heart sore. Like I did the last time someone broke my fragile spine, Declaring what was mine, was never mine, And I couldn't bare to walk out into the sunlight for months, Only living off the warmth from beams of curtained suns. My mind is broken. My heart is broken, too sore; my worth has become penniless and poor. I am forced by my own hand to wait for Your eyes to scan the room and see only me, While mine see only yours, When you think to yourself that I'm worth enough, For someone like you to finally love.
