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Jun 2011
I thought about you today,
That simple act which is nothing new
Has become comfortable
You inhabit me
Though you know not
You that which I think of
Not with purpose nor meaning
I but do
As I lay trying to sleep
Thoughts of you rise as they always do
I do not think a night has past in which you do not appear in my thoughts
In my dreams
Do you haunt me specter of my heart?
Stalk me to devour the remnants of my beating chest?
You senseless thief
Why do you taunt me so
You have already stolen my heart
Do you wish it dead too?
What a cruel hand fortune hath dealt me
To throw my heart at uncaring feet
And voice at uncaring ears
Never the less
Bleeding and broken
My heart thought of you today
Of your smile and lips
Your eyes, your hands
Why does your scent linger so
Why are memories of you the only things I remember
Why can I count the days since I've seen you and nothing else
You have cursed me
You have blessed me
I but want to sleep
Without dreams of you
Not forever, but one night
Or two
Curse or no I cannot live without you.
Its 2:30 in the morning, this isnt meant to be fluid or fancy, just the ranting of a mind that wants to speak. It may be crude but I think its essence is polished.
Written by
Stephanie Rogers
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