a patchwork quilt of maybes and almosts ✓

i am

sam i am! except i'm not lol... i really need some better titles! double post today because i feel like i shortchanged you with the last poem i wrote :) thanks to everyone who reads! please vote, comment, or follow if ya wanna read more of my poetry! suggestions are welcome, or requests! check out my twitter (@scarlettlantsov) and instagram (@scarlettlantsov) for sneak peaks of poems i haven't published yet! :)

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i am

doomed

to this fate

to always be

standing

on the edge

in the

periphery

of someone's

vision

the name on the

tip

of your tongue

the memory in the

back

of your mind

a wallflower

to some

invisible

to others

a nameless faceless

being

as corporeal as a

specter

a ghoulish

ghostly

haunting

of the living

and their loved

you have eyes

but you cannot

see me

you have ears

but you cannot

hear me

you have fingers

but you are too

far away

to touch me

it sounds like a

riddle

but it is just

reality

and perhaps

reality

is a

riddle

in itself

because what is more

confusing

than the

conundrum

of life?