This is about my first crush, my mischievous, devil-eyed neighbor, who I never really got over. Vote, comment, follow me, etcetera.
Flying through the heavens,
brushing tops of trees,
That is where I go
When being chased by enemies.
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Holding onto their soft warm hand.
They only notice me when I'm there.
I wish I never had to go back
Or seriously care
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About the petty troubles
In life that follow me.
Each single word that's uttered,
Inside's destroying me.
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But in my special castle,
full of dreams and forbidden fruit,
The seas are calm,
The stress is gone,
But evil's taking root.
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In my mind with my forbidden one,
They smile and touch my hands,
Soft and sweet and calm for now,
For that moment, we are friends.
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In reality, they hate me.
Worse, I'm just ignored.
It's like the memories of days we spent
Just aren't there anymore.
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Some days I think to myself
and wonder
whether these memories of mine,
Are ones they have in their head too.
Do they ever take the time?
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To reminisce the simpler days
And dream about all the ways
We could've ever stayed together
Instead of parting ways forever?
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It's awkward seeing them in the halls
Just one look and my cheeks
Start burning like
there's no tomorrow.
It's impossible to think.
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I've tried to just forget them
but they hijack trains of thought.
And I enjoyed their presence, therefore
every time we fought,
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My mind would race,
my eyes would dance,
My head held proud,
erect my stance.
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So I could not help welcoming them
into my world of dreams.
As I attempt to solve my problems,
Their memory sews my seams.
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Embarrassment colors
my nervous tone
When forced to utter their name.
It's strange to think
in another time
We had just begun this game.
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They taught me things and changed me
though the time we had was short.
And I'll never forget the memories
made in that simple treehouse fort.
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~Dustin the Great
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