Behind Blue Eyes

Behind Blue Eyes

A Poem by Lilmissfit

I lay in my bed that night
looking out my window and up at the stars
I wonder time and time again
why I did what I had done
Dread filled my heart
like the cold that was always my shadow
as I realized what I knew I would be thinking of next
like I always do
Ive thought of him every night
only to feel the pain of all that I have lost
I wonder why I had done what I did
Emptiness and loneliness are my friends
The ones I never really wanted
I feel you with me every night when Im alone
I remember all of the things we had done
everything that was said
I dream about you, dreams so real,
only to wake up with tears streaming down my face
like a river with no end
I feel your arms around me
sweetly, lovingly
I feel your hands cradling my face
softly, gently
as though you thought I would break
but I know its not real and youre not there
I know that if I reach up and try to take your hand
all I shall touch is my face
I know youre not there
Why did I let you go?
Why must it torment me so?
I remember every day why I pushed you away
why I made you walk away
Why must it hurt so much
to know Ill never feel your loving touch?

© 2012 Lilmissfit


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Regret is just so damn harsh to the heart. This is just heartbreaking. But I have to wonder why YOU feel so badly...I realize you told him to go..but were your reasons justified?? You convey loss and yearning so well here...but is it his presence and touch you miss most of all or just knowing he is still there and you need to hear him tell you? I got caught up in the desire for answers as much as the way you wrote them...very moving write and I felt as though you were just musing to yourself ...just alone not expecting answers...just hoping to understand abit more. :)

Posted 12 Years Ago


so sad and heartful. i always enjoy yourconversational style. i only wish you didn't feel this way. good work, as always muse :)

Posted 12 Years Ago


Again, a terribly gifted style .
A blanket held up against the
stars, perhaps to gather the
dust of all the passion lost.
Exquisite writing, beautiful.
-----John

Posted 12 Years Ago


Man, you have some skill.

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This poem is sad, I feel the grief and the sorrow in it, and it almost makes you wanna snuggle up to a teddybear and make you have a good cry. This shows a deep soul and a longing for love. Wonderful write!

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Added on December 25, 2011
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Lilmissfit
Lilmissfit

Wapheton, ND



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Im me. Im the kinda person that wont pretend to be somethin im not. I like to have fun, laugh, be happy, make my friends and family happy, I make misstakes I wish I could take back. I stand up for wha.. more..

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