Apr 2016
Dreamt about you again.
I'd tell you all about it, but
I know you won't receive it.
I wonder maybe if you knew--
if I called upon you
every morning after fitful sleep,
haunted
by your face. Maybe
then if you knew, maybe
then you would not be so cruel.
If only I knew what inspired you
to have done what you continue to do
is it me?
must be.
But what did I do, did I
hurt
you?
Or have you just decided I'm
worthless and not worth your time.
I try, I do.
to respect you, your
space and wish for me gone
but how can I drop
you when you won't leave me--
You, who chase me in my dreams.
I'd tell you all about it, but
I know you won't receive it.
I wonder maybe if you knew--
if I called upon you
every morning after fitful sleep,
haunted
by your face. Maybe
then if you knew, maybe
then you would not be so cruel.
If only I knew what inspired you
to have done what you continue to do
is it me?
must be.
But what did I do, did I
hurt
you?
Or have you just decided I'm
worthless and not worth your time.
I try, I do.
to respect you, your
space and wish for me gone
but how can I drop
you when you won't leave me--
You, who chase me in my dreams.
Gah. I waffle back and forth as to whether to make this one public or not . . . but here it is. And since I've just made it public it's showing as a new poem, and I find it necessary just to say that this this poem is at least half a year old and probably longer . . . thanks for reading, either way.
