There is a line,
a blurred division
separating me and you,
forcing my feelings six feet under;
while we wait, sit and ponder.
Are we there, Bowtie?
Are we at that place to let go;
because my heart tells me it is so,
yet my closest, most trusted advisers
say no.
My love for you, has grown into
borderline obsession, truly you are
the electricity pumping my heart, inspiring it to beat.
I love you
but the you I love is NOT you.
I cannot mold an image of you
into my heart, holding on forever
and hope it be true;
this I know
but do I hold on or do I let go?
***
This poem is aimed to someone specifically but I do hope you understood the perspective.
~ Have you ever gotten over a crush very fast??
Yes. I loose interest quickly.
xoxo
D.O.
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