DelusionsA Poem by Imani EverettOh how I miss you Every second of the day But can we truly miss what was never ours? For you are not mine Nor will you ever be And yet I still miss you The way your hands clasp around mine Pulling me closer as you tug on my heart So warm and safe Yet so dangerous and opaque But can we truly miss what is still here? For you are still physically present Nor will you ever leave my mind And yet I still feel as if you are gone No longer do you look at me the same Or hold my hand so sweet You only fill me with sadness And regret of what could have been If I had just been somebody else Somebody you can love But can we truly miss what was never real? For what we had was only one sided Nor will it ever be reciprocated And yet I still feel as if the linger of your touch Urges me to fight the hope That you could magically feel the same Pulses of emotions that resonate within me Whenever you are near But can we truly miss a delusion? A mask to satisfy the desire of being loved By anyone with a heart So that somehow our own hearts Will never have to feel the ache of loneliness? Yes, yes we can © 2016 Imani EverettAuthor's Note
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