i.
you picked the grass and threw it like confetti
my heart matched the fireworks in intensity
i longed to feel you
but contented myself with your nearness
ii.
i looked for you although i knew you were not there
shattering with every clash of the cymbals
i ached for you
my very bones wept your name that night
iii.
i hoped i would not see you, and didn't expect to
i talked to a boy and didn't even think of you
my friends and i sat together
and i no longer desire your touch
YOU ARE READING
digital dance - poetry
Poetryyoure not alone in the way you scream at a god who hears but does not understand or care to learn
