Maybe if you were here,
I wouldn't be so lonely.
Then all these days and nights... would become shared with you.
Where i'd search your eyes for all the answers,
and you would kiss my wrist gently.
But, I don't think I can let you be here anymore.
Lingering between the bedding, in my imagination.
Somewhere along those lines,
I hope that your lies will rot your core.
Your other wrongs toward me -falling into place within you.
I hope they'll turn your stomach over.
I hope you see the sparkle I held, there
-In my eyes, for you.
I hope it makes you sick.
With all my being, a part of me wishes you would see.
In all hopes that you would come back and be with me.
But you were never mine to begin with.
And so I hold you close, cuddling you, as you stroke my cheek gently.
Material brushing me softly, tickling my tears.
In the worst times,
as a pillow.
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Behind My Eyes
PoetryA posting of every poem that I've ever written ...in continuation, as I write new things and express myself. Experience everything that lies behind my eyes. I am not very active on this site and only have used it to draw out my talents and express...