Archive for September, 2010

Sometimes I hear her breathing,
in my dreams,
only to realize,
it’s just her memory.
Held far away from me,
on a string too high to reach.
She dangles, suspended
and begs me, to end it
my pining tears her apart
until I realize,
she was never there from the start.
When I lay with her, beside her
just waiting
she dreamt of, his arms
There’s no hope, never was,
and in the end
It’s me who, still has to
pretend .

ahhhh it’s been a while…I felt like posting this poem for some reason, I don’t know why. It was a strange and sudden urge. I just wrote it about 15 minutes ago. It was a strange experiece; I felt like maybe I was possessed for a few minutes by a guy writing down his feelings through me. This poem is in the perspective of a guy still depressed over his girlfriend, and in case you didn’t realize, I am a girl and am not interested in other girls like that, so this poem was something else for me. Not something that would happen to me, but I can still relate to his heartache. It’s a strange kind of empathy, if that makes any sense.


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