look at me

i saw you last night-

your face was so soft,

you caught my breath-

in my dreams.

the sharpness of your jaw

and the smooth curve of

your wicked smile,

danced throughout the crevices

of my mind.

-but you didn’t see me.

you ignored me.

i wanted this to be different,

i did.

it was my dream.

i wanted you to-

i longed for your-

i yearned to-

the sun rose too soon,

yet my heart still aches,

permeated by the dark clouds

of your burning memory.

why?

why not even here,

in my dream.

how?

i decide whose heart pounds fast,

who falls off the swing,

who escapes the mad-man’s ropes,

who steals an undeserved kiss,

who wins the race.

i decide where the sun sets,

how long the trees grow,

when the oceans of stars and

tears rise and fall.

-but you didn’t see me.

how did you do it?

your memory wins the

daytime scrimmage-

must it also champion the

sweet subconscious of

of the night?

get out.

it’s been far too long.

too many years,

too many battles.

get out- no stay,

but stay and look at me.

please, look at me.

Reviews

[Antoñyo]

It is possible you were just writing or just writing past feelings, but this piece is impressive beyond just that. It exemplifies the complex perception of love itself, in pure form, and how it becomes a process learned in time. I think of an old bit of advice I later added to that says, "you can't MAKE someone love you...you can only allow them to."
This is going in my stash!
Thanks for sharing this wonderful poem

[e.renoldi]

Interesting.. thanks for the comment and the encouragement. Half the time I don't even know what comes out of my head haha; but this is a very insightful review so thank you. :)

[Antoñyo]

"Half the time I don't even know what comes out of my head" perhaps because it's not your head but your heart at times, and I find this to be a 'gift' when writing for characters in stories. Don't lose it...and no, thank you