Eyesight

I'll be okay when my life stops being about him;

When every moment, I don't imaging him in the next.

"Okay" is a long way off for me.

 

I'll never be happy without him, at least not for much more than a blink.

I know that now.

For, when I close my eyes,

Closing them to all that surrounds me; the euphoria of the place and time,

I'll see his face, and it brings me back.

 

I can't let go.

Letting go, to me, is quitting.

I've always been a quitter, I don't want him to know.

 

I wish I didn't love him.

 

I wish he'd said something;

Told me how he felt, instead of someone else.

Oppertunities lay in the dust behind me.

I can't go back.

I try to go back.

Time is a fierce opponent

 

I miss him, he doesn't care.

I scare myself, threatening my own life.

What's it worth?

Who would care?

Would it matter?

They wouldn't notice anyways.

 

Of all the feelings in the world

This was the best,

This is the worst.

Reviews

[JRB]

another lost love never found,nice write,
Jan/uisiom

[Rachel DeHart]

This is beautiful, and so honest.

"I can't let go.
Letting go, to me, is quitting.
I've always been a quitter, I don't want him to know.

I wish I didn't love him."

I love those lines. ^_^

[Tammy]

I think a lot of people can relate to this poem. Good write.

Tammy