vibrant colors
sparkling lights
ground shaking
heart pounding


you appear

why in this chaos

do my eyes focus

locked in my sight
you're all I want

clutch my chest
as if I could do anything
I'm too late
you're here

as if i ever could have done anything
you met me
now everything is history

You know I might not to be able to ever get over you
But I'll be dammed if I don't try to unshackle myself from these chains
And if that's the case, I'd rather live shackled than willingingly on my knees

I do not
have to tell you
not to notice me.
Your eyes rest,
and then skim right by
...my features barely holding
a place in your mind.
Sometimes
I like it that way...
...but sometimes
I wish to have
some sort of...
relevance
in your life
in your hopes
in your dreams...
Sometimes
I wish
I wasn't so irrelevant
to you...
-IrisMaddenPoetry