As I reach for you
time and time again,
you surprise me
with just how
perfect you are.
You're the fleeting
dream in which
I cannot grasp.
You're so close
yet so far away.
And as you blind
my vision, I
don't realize the
damage you inflict
upon me.
And as I leave
the others to
sail by themselves,
your green light
is all I see,
your expensive voice
is all I hear,
your soft lips
are all I taste,
your short-lived love
is all I feel.
As a piercing pain and
a diluted red envelop me,
I reach out to what
I desperately believe in.
And as I sail
to the end of
the world, I
forget my fellow
yet poetic sailor.
Never knowing
the pain I cause
my poor old sport.
This is a poem about The Great Gatsby, in Gatsby's POV.
