Have you ever been in two places at once?
Have you felt like being present at a place you can see, but..
when you close your eyes you just travel far, far away?
How come, whenever my eyes are open I am in a classroom and when I close my eyes
I am on the moon, with a lonely rose.
A rose slowly withering till it's nothing,
till it's just a memory.
How come, whenever my eyes are open my head is messed up,
all I hear are voices and whispers all around me,
and when I close my eyes, I hear the sound of silence,
and I hear the sound of pain but also hope?
Hope to be holding your hand one day,
waking up to your scent right next to our bed,
simply cuddling and spending time together.
Simple things are enough for me.
But it also hurts to know, this is impossible to be happening,
it hurts to know the hope you've been building up will break eventually.
Baby, it's not your fault.
I'm not mad at you, I'm mad at me.
For allowing myself to do this,
creating hope for a hopeless situation.
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Welcome to my first poem in this Wattpad story.
Call me A.V. , or A or V, whatever you prefer.
In this "story" I will be mentioning and writing in different ways and different things,
either poems or stories or just thoughts.
Thank you for reading this far.
Love, A.V.
