
Why?
Because,
You’re not the one
Who fills up their dreams,
Every single day
And every single night.
That’s why.
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Why?
Because,
You’re not the one
Who fills up their dreams,
Every single day
And every single night.
That’s why.
I attempt to hide it–
Enshroud it
With the gossamer folds
Of my simpering heart;
Yet, it seeps into my eyes
And pours out of my skin.
I coax it to remain
Within the confines
Of my quivering soul;
Yet, the insistent thrum
Of its pullulating intensity
Crashes the disinterest
That I try to maintain.
Yes, I love you and–
Forgive me, darling–
I opt to curtail
This preposterous desire.
(So, goodbye, goodbye.
Yes, I see you but–
Goodbye.)
Don’t misunderstand it, love–
Even the one who bids goodbye,
Carries the weight of its ache.