I can see her face through the crowd
I fear my thoughts may grow too loud
And possibly leave the confines of my head
I fear explaining what may be said
I play it off as if nothing is on my mind
Attempting to speak, but words I cannot find
All I can do is stand here and smile
But now I realize, I’ve been standing here a while
A few more seconds pass and then a conversation starts
A vague little conversation, mainly pieces and parts
Of subjects and times that have passed
I’m enjoying this moment, but it does not last
Soon a third voice has joined hers and mine
That drowning voice from within my mind
I become distracted and begin to argue within
I then become conflicted. Could I ever let her in?
Dare I chance appearing insane?
Afterwards, will her smile remain?
For, I fear what she may see
I convince myself she’s better off without me
Reluctantly I say my good byes
Another entry on my list of tries
Once again the monster within me has won
Killed from within, just as happiness could have begun
How long can I go on with this burden inside?
I am unaware something inside me has died
And was replaced with this monster, this self-loathing thing
I tried to end it all but accomplished nothing
All it did was make it grow strong
Now it’s always there to prove me wrong
Fill me with apathy, depression and hate
Contradict the feelings I want to create
I can see her face through the crowd
By this time my thoughts have grown too loud
They scream she’s too good for you; she’s out of your league
Quit wasting your time and finally leave
I get up and begin to walk out the door
I turn around to look at her once more
I soak up her image, her curls, her face
And walk out convinced I don’t belong in that place
1 comments:
Wow... There is a monster similar to this one of yours that visits... every now and then...
"Afterwards, will her smile remain?
For, I fear what she may see"
Love and how it makes each and one of us vulnerable to an extend never imagined. The need to remove walls, and protections to let the other person in... and the question, the doubt, the fear... will that person want to stay inside... will that person like what they see... will that person's heart still beat... will that person still love?
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