You

 

Seeing you, it doesn’t kill me.

Hearing you still makes me smile.

Learning more about you thrills me,

understanding your artistic style.

Sharing with you all things new,

figuring out your bemused thought,

comprehending the shifting hue,

watching as each bright shade fought.

 

The color of your name has dimmed,

the letters comprising it grown smaller;

now my idea-you is only skimmed

and your name inside’s no longer hollered

with exuberance and jubilation;

instead, it’s dropped, as if in passing.

Oh love dimmed by blown expectation,

snared by dark thoughts that are massing,

why, good sir, your change of heart?

Why on earth’d you change your mind?

I’d rather you said at the start

you were not wanting to be mine.

 

Do you sense the problem here?

Much as I’d love to say I’m fine

I cannot stand to have you near

for just a little bit more time.

I want to break you, yell and scream,

but touching you could cause me pain;

these thought should remain just dreams,

not acted upon, leave soul unstained.

 

So pardon my mild craziness,

but it is YOU who causes my distress.

Reviews

[Katherine Wyatt]

I have one of these..brilliant..how I loved to exchange ides and listen to him he was so brilliant..Fortunately he has been gone years now..As we tried to be friends I had to eliminate that as he was so cruel at times..
You have caught something universal and very intimate here..what wonderful piece!

[EllJayJay]

Molly, thank you. It's such a relief to know that I am not alone in my feelings and how to work through them. I have been in the situation you describe, and know that I'm heading for that same situation again. I'm scared about the feelings, although I know I can get through them, because I have before. Your poem is an inspiration, because I can look at those words, know I'm not alone and draw strength from that.

thank you

[Molly]

Aww, much thanks for the review! :)

[~crazy Beautiful~]

it couldn't have ended better
very descriptive
excellent work

i loved this part
The color of your name has dimmed,

the letters comprising it grown smaller;

now my idea-you is only skimmed

and your name inside's no longer hollered