Goodnight.

Goodnight.

A Poem by Rachel DeHart

“My heart stood an arms

reach away from me today.

Close enough to make it

           hurt

but just far enough out

                                to make it worse.

 

My heart is still blind to seeing

its reflection in my eyes.

And my heart, isn’t very

wise when it comes to me.

every second, with or near

           them

brings me close to my knees

                                with tears in my eyes.

 

My heart is, blissfully unaware,

for their absence would

ache

a million times more

                                than their presence.”

 

 

 

 

An uphill battle is in the process.

my best friend, my kindled spirit of sorts,

                I am falling apart.

                                breathing, a task I am fighting to complete

and somehow, I cannot see why I should

even try so hard.

 

There are so many things I could say.

                                                                could confess.

But I hold my tongue tight

between my unyielding teeth.

 

but tonight I slipped, spilled out

some of the thoughts over the phone line.

And afterwards found tears in my eyes.

 

 

I am not as strong as the face I show you.

There are so many reasons that I don’t have

anything to say anymore, and I don’t want to lose you.

In my heart, I know I shouldn’t keep this up.

someone is gonna get hurt, but I’m ignoring

common sense for you, repeating to myself,

that I can survive the heartbreaking of

ignoring feelings that are somehow being propelled

forward by each conversation.

 

Goodnights are each time harder than they should

be. And each hello rekindles the flames I

smothered the night before at goodbye.

 

I am here as long as you want me.

Something that will not change no matter

how much my heart begs me.

Best friend first.

 

I said those lines, and meant them

to the fullest.

© 2008 Rachel DeHart


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I am not as strong as the face I show you.
There are so many reasons that I don't have
anything to say anymore, and I don't want to lose you.


this poem had be very tearful.
relationships have always been an extreme problem for me and I've often watched as things feel apart even tho I dreaded it happening.
this poem is deep,sad,emotional,honest and so much more that can't be described in words.
One day there will be many people who recognise these lines and take solace in the fact they're not alone.
dazzling.


Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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I am not as strong as the face I show you.
There are so many reasons that I don't have
anything to say anymore, and I don't want to lose you.


this poem had be very tearful.
relationships have always been an extreme problem for me and I've often watched as things feel apart even tho I dreaded it happening.
this poem is deep,sad,emotional,honest and so much more that can't be described in words.
One day there will be many people who recognise these lines and take solace in the fact they're not alone.
dazzling.


Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Rachel DeHart
Rachel DeHart

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