He's so insignificant.
A thought made up of his absence in my mind that makes it unbearable to imagine what it would be like if he was actually here
A piece of my heart hopes for a time where things are right,
but even that hope knows the truth of that lie.
Are you what I think you are, the man in my mind, the man on my mind.
I don't want to find out, but your eyes flash and that hope sparks again, an endless tunnel in my heart carves another pathway again,
another pathway to what I hope one day I walk down.
Fast forward.
The future, and all the times I think of the perfect words to come out of my mouth
to replace the imperfect words that made the final draft.
The times I find myself wanting to change the time, rewrite my script, rehearse my tone, perfect the person I should be,
just so you can find a place in your heart for me, like I have.
Each day is the same, and I feel as if nothing's changed.
But the way I keep track of time is if I see you again, I might lose my mind.
My mind urges, move on!
But I can't, when even my mind rewinds, on loop, playing the same iredescent tape-like memory that changes everytime it cuts back.
But I know I'm going insane
When what I've made up in my mind's eye seems so real, feels so true,
That I can't divide what happened and what hasn't.
And finally, I think I've taken the first step towards what my mind's been urging since long ago.
And I don't know how to explain it.
-H.I
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PoetryA collection of poems that helped me get on with life, and even repress urges that may or may not have led to difficult memories to forget. Here's a poetry book dedicated to the dedicated. And to myself. I hope you learn from your actions, and do...
