The One who Doesn't

...Stating facts...

He doesn't care,

what I do.

Most tell what's best

for my interest;

but he doesn't.

I'm losing this game

of resisting strength.

His lack of care gives him my power.

 

 

He's alluring,

drawing me nearer

for a taste of his freedom.

But I never actually do,

as he has to give it to me.

I'm  watching from a distance,

trying to move away.

But somehow I always stay.

 

 

Now it's changed.

I don't need his freedom,

I need his touch.

      And I'm lost.

I will never taste his freedom,

          or him.

He'll never care.

So now I've come to care

For the one who doesn't.

Author's Note

I wrote this a while ago. So, not really my immediate thoughts. But... All thoughts come back once evey few min. Right? Yea... So as usual, be honest. :)Thanks!

Reviews

[JRB]

Sometimes love loss was never found and those memories are imaginations forming facts of doubted,,,,, nice write

[Pendantry]

Is it the beginning of the end, or is the heroine destined to be forever lost? One hopes the former, fears the latter.

[Yina]

Wow kinda creepy how I pictured one particular guy through this entire read! Well I'm glad you don't feel that wway now. Den I be sad:(
Wonderful write my dearest:)

[Poe Redd]

Again, the guy who doesn't care! *feels like Im missing something* This poem feels so emotionally deep to me. I swear I can see every word's every letter shed its own tear..