My reaction to my current single status. Ah,the power of unrequited love. |
I can't see you now- you're hidden in a haze so thick. how do I even know if you are there? Real, living, breathing. Quickening my pulse as I grasp for you. Why do you always walk steadily, from outstretched arms? So quickly leaving me with nothing but emptiness and air. Cold air, bitter air, that reminds me I am a fool. A fool who wants you, wants to chase you if you won't chase me. But somehow I always wonder: Am I too good for you? Or are you too good for me? Answer me now- please as I ask I need to know before I lose my mind, before my heart stops beating for you. For you whom I don't know. For you whom I may never see. For you who may never see me back, Not as I am, but only as my shell boring and dull; you will unhaltingly move on and I will never have known the pleasure of love, its soothing and sweet touch To a mystery I must be speaking for surely I know not your eyes, your face, your smile. Your soul. Why do I feel that I must? I lack fabled completeness, but I wonder if you do Frustrated, I find no answers, and yet I still want to know. Where are you? Do you realize I am here waiting? Waiting for you to come and find me, waiting for you to be near me. Waiting and waiting, endlessly. Pointlessly. And I hate myself for it. I do not want to need you. I feel as though I have no right. But the truth is, I do need you, my mystery, my illusion, a lost and wandering phantom. If you really are there, if you really do exist, hear me now; hear me now and answer my plea, my wish, my most fervent heart-felt prayer. Take my hand and help me, and together we can just BE. Don't slip further away from my limp and lonely arms. Look for me instead through the faceless hazy fog. And there I'll let you find me. I will not run away. |