You feel Me.

I am so use to my face, unread.
You feel Me?
You feel Me.
I can’t stand it that after a year
You still feel Me.
You feel all that emanated off of Me.
You stir Me,
even now in my sleep.
You picked Me up,
and left Me where You last left Me.
now You do it again,
You did it.
now it has started all over again,
the droning days and the sleepless nights.
even in what appears to be as close to sleep as I will ever get,
You’re there.
it’s not fair you know,
You should know.
It appears that You dear,
do know.
it’s real,
what I saw was real,
why do You do what You do?

November 8th, 2012