sometimes i wonder if i made you up,
if somehow,
from my innermost thoughts,
you were spawned into existence.
the other part of me,
somewhere out there,
*walking,
breathing,
thinking,*
somehow knowing that i need you,
as if i called you,
from incohesive musings,
and untraceable cries.
in the womb i spoke,
and you heard,
responding instantly,
saying nonsense,
its impossible,
**you are you,
and i am i.**
but i heard the falter behind it,
as if an unborn child,
could comprehend anything,
nevertheless something so important.
but no matter,
because i found you again,
and i'll listen,
for something i haven't heard in a long time,
not since the cord was cut,
and i became alone.
Oct 15, 2015
Oct 15, 2015 at 4:09 PM UTC
sometimes i wonder if i made you up,
if somehow,
from my innermost thoughts,
you were spawned into existence.
the other part of me,
somewhere out there,
*walking,
breathing,
thinking,*
somehow knowing that i need you,
as if i called you,
from incohesive musings,
and untraceable cries.
in the womb i spoke,
and you heard,
responding instantly,
saying nonsense,
its impossible,
**you are you,
and i am i.**
but i heard the falter behind it,
as if an unborn child,
could comprehend anything,
nevertheless something so important.
but no matter,
because i found you again,
and i'll listen,
for something i haven't heard in a long time,
not since the cord was cut,
and i became alone.
this is a really personal peom for me and i know it may not make sense to anyone else but i had to write it down
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