a feeling || poetry book

|| a wish ||

Sometimes,
the world knows better
than you.

Sometimes,
you're not the best
for yourself.

Believing love will make you
happy again,
is messy and not your place.

Yet,
as I sit in the dark,
with my hand on my heart,
all I can think about is love.

The idea of a hand on mine,
intertwined.

And a face that would love me,
no matter what.

And a smile,
that could put the sun to shame.

I wish they were real,
so
I wouldn't feel this odd way.

You'd think it'd be easier,
after the sun fades.

Yet with so little noise,
I find that my mind is the loudest thing
with the simple wish of
my dream on a platter.

It seems my heart is always jammed
in the wrong corners,
where it won't be welcomed.

The stars don't align,
yet,
I wish they would.

The clouds won't part for a smile,
that's only in my dreams.

If you were real,
I would find you...

But, you're not.

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