She Is A Fantasy

She Is A Fantasy

A Poem by PoeticFury

She was imaginary...

It was so scary...

She lived like any other girl inside that little house, but there was nothing on the prairie.

I been demanded and fooled by the best, but I swear that you I loved with all I had inside me.

All the strength I had to fight everything that you put me through thinking there was something that would happen when I passed your test.


I sit here alone now...

Maybe it was for the best...

In reality I know what I had to deal with, but in my dreams I wish you can stay out my head.

Just like the rest....

You say what else can a girl ask for...

We as people say what can we ask for....,

Our minds think one thing, but as individuals we have a hunger that constantly wants more.

This is not a letter.....

Nor poem...

No I want you back.

This is not even a song.

This is my inner resurrection.

That tells me that I am strong...

No more being stuck in your words..

I wish you the best success nevertheless.

In my last request I will put these thoughts to rest.

That is not what you can assume now.

This is what you heard.

I did not think I can find a new like you, but I never thought I can feel happiness again like this since the time that you left my heart in an even two, and my feelings you left.

I confess...

I think from time to time...

Although this twenty year story I have been writing plays out somehow like I think of it in my mind.

..............

I don't hate you..

I don't hate the thought of you...

Any of you...

I just hate what these imaginary fears did to my mind.

Even though in time.

I will raise my voice so high.

I hope you realize that.

The tears I no longer cry.

Crossing paths in the street I say hi.

Questioning the motives of your choices.

I am not asking why.

What is the point of talking to something that is not there.

That was never there..

Is there a reason to question.

It may have been unfair..

There is no need for you to listen or care.

Thanks for helping me live out my fantasy with the unhappy ending.

When the time is right, and one day it will come.

I will see you again one day in this movie to finish this story that you help me write known as my life. 

© 2011 PoeticFury


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PoeticFury
PoeticFury

New Orleans, LA



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Heaven has no fury like a writer with emotion. I love writing more than I love life. Why? Cause writing is my life, and without it I have no life. I enjoy music, and meeting new people. Also like most.. more..

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