I see you in the halls,
I know you see me too
and I can't help but wonder:
why?
what do you see?
you're so much better than me.
when I touch you
my stomach overturns
with the soft fluttering
of delicate, heart-shaped butterflies
it never lasts long
but it always happens.
you mean the world
to me
you are everything
to me
you warm me,
despite incurable chill
you are the dawning Summer,
sweeping away the rains of spring.
but sometimes
in the small moments
of night before I close my eyes,
I wonder
what if?
what if I tried too hard?
what if you stopped seeing me,
as we pass in the halls
I doubt myself.
I doubt that the ethereal strength
of my tainted soul
could endure such
unfathomable torment.
willpower is brittle
and things break,
that do not bend.
and as finger strikes key
after key
I wonder if you will read this
and wonder at the length
of this piece
this poem...
feelings like these do not come lightly
and the passion never fades.
so know now
this great extent,
and know that I
will always be here
in this work
because
feeling is timeless,
thought boundless,
and writing limitless,
so it becomes my tool,
my vessel,
the capsule to contain me
in my emotion
for you.
Dec 4, 2014
Dec 4, 2014 at 8:20 PM UTC
I see you in the halls,
I know you see me too
and I can't help but wonder:
why?
what do you see?
you're so much better than me.
when I touch you
my stomach overturns
with the soft fluttering
of delicate, heart-shaped butterflies
it never lasts long
but it always happens.
you mean the world
to me
you are everything
to me
you warm me,
despite incurable chill
you are the dawning Summer,
sweeping away the rains of spring.
but sometimes
in the small moments
of night before I close my eyes,
I wonder
what if?
what if I tried too hard?
what if you stopped seeing me,
as we pass in the halls
I doubt myself.
I doubt that the ethereal strength
of my tainted soul
could endure such
unfathomable torment.
willpower is brittle
and things break,
that do not bend.
and as finger strikes key
after key
I wonder if you will read this
and wonder at the length
of this piece
this poem...
feelings like these do not come lightly
and the passion never fades.
so know now
this great extent,
and know that I
will always be here
in this work
because
feeling is timeless,
thought boundless,
and writing limitless,
so it becomes my tool,
my vessel,
the capsule to contain me
in my emotion
for you.
for Summer Anthony