Whenever I'm with you,
I say and do all these things that contradict with how I really feel.
How I say I'm not attracted to you,
how I say I'm not in love with you.
How I pull away so easily from your grasp.
Can you believe the irony?
And I suppose at these moments I begin to feel nothing,
nothing at all towards you,
but those moments don't last for long.
The feelings never drift too far, nor ever subside.
And as I continue lying to myself,
I'm starting to think they'll never fade away.
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Shut Your Eyes (February 2011 - August 2011)
PoetryI'm like an actor who forgets his lines because of stage-fright. I can't trust myself. So let my writings speak for my heart and for my head, let them say the words I can't say aloud. This is all I've got, since being quiet and contemplative hasn't...