I Just Know You Are Somewhere

This was quick and not given much thought. I was just feeling and not really thinking. It's kind of lame but atleast it's true.

I pretend like I’m jaded

I’ve got an alias for my heart

I act like I’m completely damaged

As if you loved me I’d depart

 

But once you win me over

And bring me serotonin

The adrenaline of love pulses

Throughout my fragile mind

I’ll lose sleep from dopamine

I’ll be obsessed, I’ll go blind

 

I can’t shake the idea of love

Love is being held captive

Inside of me, trying to be

Let out so I can give

My pent up empathy

 

I would love you completely

And even if you hurt me

I would take another scathing wound,

More scars but they won’t kill me

 

To give up is to be dead

While my organs remain red,

I will never stop searching

I’ll print hundreds of missing ads

I’ll keep on taking leads

I wouldn’t look so hard for

Someone that didn’t exist.

Reviews

[The Analog Kid]

This is pretty good for a quick write. I agree, the last stanza is the best:)

[John F Carver]

Sanity doesn't come in a person, or are you just being sarcastic when you appear to think that. I have loved someone very dearly who is mentally ill, and they're still not very sane. They are just loved. I'd have to either be crazy to stay, or insane to leave her, but I did. Maybe though, you are right, and I didn't love her enough. You see the problem with madness is it is true that like the truth it is basically an illusion.

Thanks for revealing that to my soul.

[Reaching for the clouds]

I like this! I like the line..."I'll print hundreds of missing ads." Very nice...

[bookworm]

Well dear, this may have been written in haste, but it was indeed effective. I like your cynicism and matter-of-factness. I relate a bit too well to this. Interesting perspective.

[John Stussy]

Beautiful hopeful romantic poem. That last stanza is incredible, stands strong as a solid finish ought to for something of this sort. Great job, keep searching, and don't lose that hope even when things get their darkest.

[p.kuhl]

ahhh. the third stanza has a super intriguing rhyme-scheme..i like it a lot. i love the repetitive metaphor (or perhaps literal-ness..??) of drug use for different aspects of love. the last stanza is tragic, and also the best in my opinion. well thought-out