More and more I’m finding poetry completed while I sleep. The content of this poem seems like there is someone I’m interested in and that is the farthest from the truth. Its very uncomfortable feeling. Anyway here we go.
It was you
I just couldnt
Force my eyes
Open to see
What your hands
Could offer
Where your face
Held so much more
Emotion
That my shaky
Crumbling
Splintering
Heart
Couldnt bear
Even the passing
Of day after day
My eyes
Couldnt focus
My soul
So barren
And my chest
Straining for
Every
Breath
It
Took
My lungs
Forcing a gasp
Im so afraid
Of being crushed
Thats a hard road
Not easily forgotten
But you
Are not him
Why cant i look
And feel
And breathe in
Pain is the
Nemesis
He created
But not you
You want to show
Me
The place where
My heart can open
I know
My eyes
Slowly
Achingly
I see your face
It glows
Your eyes
Bright with
No agenda
No trickery
You know
How long you waited
And i
Walk to you
Trust
Its you