I'm dying to talk to you,
I'm dying to see you.
Dying to live again.
To hold your hand,
To fathom those eyes,
To caress your hair.
To be with you again. And forever.
But that is not enough.
All these pleasures are not enough,
Against that one pain,
The last that we shared.
That is what my nightmare is.
That is, what kills me.
The tears that I'd never let come to you,
Rolling down,while I sat there.
Helpless as ash, witnessing abolishment.
I would always love you the same.
I would always yearn for us.
But I would never let this repeat.
A coward as I am, I would rather act the douche,
Than let you shed another tear for me.
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The Moon And Other Lovedrugs
Poetry"It's complicated" yet subtly simple. What happens when your teen love just can't be left and circumstances hit you rock hard? Thoughts pour into words and words draw poetry. And you,get an escape. And while you're at it, read "just a feeling" too...
