xy - Hello Poetry

Mar 2018

E McNamara

Funny how
You meant so much to me
I would lose my breath
When I only saw you
And now
I swallow air easily
You mean nothing to me
Funny how
I’m still writing poetry for you.
Some part of me
Must still love you.

Why do I still write poetry for you?

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xy Mar 2018

Just you.

Im so weak when you’re around me,
Im so meek ‘cause you astound me.
I can’t picture you without me,
Or me around to love thee.
Like skyline without a city,
Life’s a picture that is empty.
All I seek is you around me,
And if I cant have you I don’t want anybody.

xy Mar 2018

Music.

She always showed me good music,
Yet we never got to dance.
Now I’m saving songs to show her,
Hoping some day I get the chance.

Though I loved to hear those songs,
Only her voice made me want to move my feet,
Our love was the perfect melody,
While in sync, our hearts kept the beat.

xy Mar 2018

Poems.

I don’t know why I write these poems,
All these words are full of emotion,
Those which you will never see,
Things I want you to know,
Yet I won’t let you.
You will never read these poems,
You’ll never know my hurting,
You will never be a part of my life again,
Even though only you can fill that part.

xy Mar 2018

Eyes.

I stare so deep in your eyes,
Lost in this world of beauty,
An extraordinary sort of beauty,
One which catches your eyes then heart,
Squeezes every last beat out,
Then consumes every emotion you have.

Though this is a horrific idea,
Those eyes capture this from many people,
Thus the canvas is lathered with pain,
But the combination of many different pains,
It is true that art is an expression of suffering,
So just imagine how glorious those eyes are.

xy Mar 2018

Lust.

She doesn’t love me,
And you haven’t felt love,
Let me give you a glimpse,
Of something near thereof.

Let’s pretend we’re okay,
Even though I don’t trust you,
We’ll make ourselves vulnerable,
And for tonight I’ll lust you.

xy Feb 2018

Happiness.

I feel like I could bleed a rainbow,
For once I can sit calmly,
My thoughts will flow,
They are a gentle stream,
Yet even as a surging waterfall,
They bring me solace this once.
Perhaps I have found myself again,
Perhaps I have completely lost my mind.
Perhaps what we seldom feel,
Are the feelings we should not,
For life is little about pleasure,
More so about sacrifice.