I Don't See You... It is All I Need

I Don't See You... It is All I Need

A Poem by SamanthaSweeney

When all you need is all you're never going to have, or lost.


I Don't See You...It is All I Need

Where are you now?

I see your face in strangers’


I glimpse it by mistake...

Then my heart falters.


And the tears do not

Wash away the pain,

They do not sting

As they slash my cheeks,

Or pierce

As they drop


Onto my collarbones.

It’s just in my head.

This ache.

I do not recognise myself

As I build walls.


Whilst digging to kill this pain

Within me.

Outside me

His lips brush my skin.

My senses sing the same

Harmony for a moment.


Basking in his electricity

As he lathers me

In lust,



Sheathed within his body

He does not know

I am the most

dangerous knife.


Because I just don’t see you at all.

Though it is all I need.

So I chase you through my dreams

And trip before I see you;


I never find you.

You thread away

 into the havoc

of my mind.


Your eyes see not me.

They see nothing no more.

Why must it always be about what is real,

And what is not?


It is

In the tug

of a mother's hand,

Then the







Emptiness of mine.
The glare �" the frustration

As they struggle to control

The monsters we create.


I can’t go wild and expect your discipline.


But it is strange seeing someone step

Into the shoes of the mother

You’re lamenting

And missing;


Feeling the whip!

Of their authority

But not the tenderness

within their wings.


The backlash of the crash,

The hammering of my heart

As it swells with

no release.


A cold embrace is

No embrace at all.


Whilst standing by

Is the only warrior

You’ve ever had to defend

you’re young heart.


And looking into those russet eyes �"

all you’ve ever known -

And feeling such confusion,

Is when you know you’re lost.


Those brown depths

of your maker,

Who has forgotten

how to care.

© 2013 SamanthaSweeney

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I love poems that make me feel something, and this did. Beautiful title too

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Tags: loss, pain, breavement, love



Glasgow, United Kingdom

English literature student at The University of Glasgow. I started writing when I was about 11-12 (well writing seriously) It's basically all poetry, can't get enough of it. I love writing so.. more..