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Posts Tagged ‘you and me’

We Want What We Can’t Have

In Meloncholia on October 10, 2012 at 8:51 am

Out of reach and yet I stretch my soul forward.

Out of sight, yet I see with my heart.

Out of logic and still I try to see reason.

 

Seeking

In Catatonia, Paranoia, poetry on August 21, 2012 at 3:26 pm

My eyes betray me.

They wander off to where you stand.

At least, where you used to.

I cannot help it.

I wish and I pine.

Unintentional and strange.

I believe you are mine.

These eyes dart back and forth.

I am dizzy, mortified.

Afraid you will catch me looking;

You will see through my disguise.

I keep my mouth closed.

My face in an expressionless mask.

This heart is not up to the task.

But oh how my eyes betray me.

It seeks you endlessly.

 

Friends Are Love <3

In haiku on August 16, 2012 at 6:10 pm

Laughing like crazy

You complement my weirdness

Best Friends Forever

Dream On…

In Have A Laugh, poetry on August 7, 2012 at 12:15 pm

Sometimes, I imagine you walking

Rounding the corner

Flowers in hand.

I look away, shyly

Fighting the urge to stand.

I imagine I would be confused.

Should I smile or run?

But then you’ll stride towards me

Unyielding, so sure of your intent.

You stop, handing me the bunch

My breath catches in my throat.

I wake up from the dream, coughing.

 

Cheap Poem for Cheap Cheats

In poetry on July 27, 2012 at 9:20 am

Why would you give me your hand

And turn your cheek towards her?

Why do you ask I take refuge in your arms

When you know really well I’ll only get hurt?

You want the best of both worlds

When you know one has to suffer.

It might be me or it might be her,

As long as you’re happy, to you,

That’s all that matters.

One time, I might have been crazy

To believe that you truly love me.

Yes, you do, you really care.

But as I wait for you

You are always out with her.

This game you play burns like fire.

I’m a puppet, stringed by a serial liar.

Well, you can have all your affairs.

But when you decide to come back,

I will not be there.

Free

In Meloncholia, poetry on July 25, 2012 at 3:56 pm

These falling pieces of ash from fire embers,

Like snowflakes fall, diamonds in winter.

Stoic, I watch the ashes of your letters.

On the floor they break and scatter.

No more sweeping under the rug.

Egg shells have been walked over and crushed.

Pieces and bits blown out of the door.

Along with memories… they bother no more.

 

 

 

CRAP!

In Catatonia, Meloncholia, poetry on July 16, 2012 at 9:20 am

I see your eyes in every face.

I smile and blink –

It’s gone.

I search again

In this sea of strangers.

When will I learn?

You are not him.

I am not her.

You are gone forever.

Memories, they haunt me so.

All I want is to let go.

But time and again-

I see your eyes in every face.

I smile, blink back the tears.

You are gone.

Please, let me move on.

Just In Case

In Meloncholia, poetry on July 14, 2012 at 3:45 pm

I wrote you a long letter.

I wrote it, just in case you:

Come home;

Come for a visit;

Remember you had me;

Realize you miss me.

I wrote you a sad song.

I wrote it, just in case you:

Decide to Call;

Listen to our history;

Remember how you loved me;

Remember how you cared.

I sing this song

Time and again

I write the words all wrong.

Just in case you:

Forget who we were;

Deny what once was there.

I wrote you a long letter.

I wrote you a song.

I wrote what I thought mattered.

I wrote the words all wrong.

I wrote the words all wrong.

 

Deafening Silence

In Paranoia, poetry on July 13, 2012 at 9:31 am

The eyes speak volumes

But I can’t read between the lines.

I melt when you stare

Though words are never there.

Should I write you a letter?

Are your poetries true?

Would you like it even better

If there was silence between us two?

I need a crystal ball

To look into your mind.

I fear your heart’s impregnable

Some walls are just too high.

But your eyes, oh how they stare.

Words unspoken, hang in mid-air.

Stop piercing my heart.

Cease devastating my soul.

Without words, I crumble in fear.

Afraid you will not say

The words I long to hear.

Will You Find Me Out There?

In Meloncholia, poetry on July 10, 2012 at 4:11 pm

You said you have to go.

You have to be somewhere.

I was still and ask you this:

“Will You Find Me Out There?”

You smiled so tenderly.

Brushing fingers lightly against skin.

Your eyes remain distant.

Did you know that lying is a sin?

One foot out of the door.

I recognize this scene with you

Too many times from before.

You said you need to leave.

Do things you would not dare.

I am where I am and asked:

“Will You Find Me Out There?”

I watch the sun set.

Your shadow lengthening.

Further, taking my heart with you.

Glad you did not see these tears.

Rooted and numb I asked:

“Will You Find Me Out There?”

You are long gone.

You never answered.