Untouchable, Impossible, Improbable.

Your eyes:
They shatter my reality,
Build stories of fairytales and happy endings.
They erase the pain,
And fear,
And hatred that I hate to fall back to...
But underneath the surface,
I can see the truth.
And it frightens me,
Breaks me,
Makes me want to hide,
Or curl up in a ball and wake when the nightmare has ended-
Chased away by a sleepless night.

Your heart:
It bleeds through the persona you conjure.
Perhaps you wish to hide it...
Perhaps you dont-
But I see it nonetheless,
Uncovered by the tantilizing glances you throw at me,
Unveild,
Clear as glass.

And your words:
They do nothing to contradict it all...
The looks,
The feelings,
The purity in your smile,
The penatrating edge to your voice,
As you whisper my name...

You see,
I love you.
I love you- but I am scared.
And scarred,
And incapable of believing in the reality of love.
I love you,
(Or at least I think that I do)
But life has proven to me,
Time after time,
Cut after cut,
That I am wrong.
Deluded.
Blind.
It is this undeniable fact,
These suttle imperfections, that bring me doubt,
And allow me to shut down my interior,
Place a blockade around my heart:
The wall that stands between you-
And me.

For this I am sorry.
You have stood so close to me-
Yet remained untouchable the entire time,
Caught me when I fell-
Yet never recieved praise for patching me back together.
You,
Who I dream of,
Think of,
Ramble aimlessly about simply because it makes me smile...
You stand on one side of a wall.
A wall that I built,
So strong that it may never be breached.
But I know my weakness.
My breaking point...
I want you,
The forbidden and unknown.
I want your smile and your laugh,
Your comfort and uncertainty.

Theres something hidden beneath those eyes that makes me wonder,
Just like it did the very first time I saw you-
Theres a story behind that look...
That laugh...
That strong but soft embrace...
I want to know why,
The impossible and improbable...

You picked me.

Author's Note

Please ignore the use of the elipsis. I over did it.

Reviews

[LisetteCanWrite!]

If this is a real story.. I do not believe we pick who we end up with... I believe in reincarnation (may sound strange) I believe there can also be one soul-mate for some people and sometimes more for others.. I believe sometimes we are born into a world without a soulmate and searching relentlessly and some do not find the soulmate and settle for comfort.. don't deny your feelings if someone so tough and soft choses you especially if you too have a wall.. for walls are simply our foundations.. think about it. People have stronger foundations when they are in harsher environments as a means of protection.. sad if they sit in that foundation alone. Thank you for sharing this .. it's truly something I wonder as well from time to time.

[Justice]

Wow, I'm impressed. This poem really has a strong emotion; I can feel it as I read it. I like your vivid descriptions. It seems to me that this is real and It gives me a personal touch of melancholy. I know what that love is like, on the other side of the wall. This makes me wonder how love is really supposed to work.
You've captured the slight depression that plagues most all adolescents perfectly. The only thing that I really can contribute is forty-nine lines in you misspelled stood. Your poem is beautiful

[Alyx]

I think that your writing is pretty much amazing, i have one question and that's is this really about a real person or is it just something that you made up, and no offence to your shoot me im a conformist poem it was written really well and I really liked it but I like this one more I mean the other one I can imagine pretty well but this one , I dont know why but when you talk about their eyes I can almost see them and I keep imagining them being green, but I don't know if what you wrote about is real good luck with it , if not its still a great poem and I really hope to see some more, I really liked reading your work