| poetry 200 |
[Sep. 14th, 2009|01:43 pm] |
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Here's my 200th post of poetry- a reflection on all of my friends, my loves, all the people that I miss. This poem isn't about just one person. It goes out to everyone I've made mistakes with, many of whom have been in my dreams lately. It's quite creepy just how much they've been on my mind. Figured if I keep writing my way through my problems and qualms it'll eventually all make sense and leave me alone to happier thoughts. I dwell a bit too much on the past- just in a desperate effort to make sense of the present, I guess. Keep in mind to anyone stopping by this page that though a good percentage of my poems are sad, angry, or dark, there are quite a few that are happy and light. I just don't think that the happy poems are always as good as my sad ones.. XO Libby
I can't believe that reminds you of me
All it does is make me understand what you believe
We've become, what you believe I've done,
I look at a faded picture of days that feel like
Ages ago, when we were younger and seemed more true
What kind of monster am I to you?
What have I done to deserve this pain?
Every time I see your face,
I see you look right through me like a windowpane
Every time I feel a touch that isn't yours
I wonder where you are
And why it's such a distance to reach you,
To understand your unforgiving heart
Again I've disappeared into nothingness,
Unaware and unsure of who cares,
Pretending I'm okay just so you're okay,
Uncertain and tired of searching but always searching
Always retaining some glimmer of hope that
When I wake up you will roll over on top of me,
When I open my eyes I will look into yours
And smile again at having you completely. |
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