"Isn't someone missing me?"
Of course, there is.
"Does anyone even care?"
Well, yeah.
The fears drown my sadness, an uncomfortable silence hides the truth in my actions.
My tendrils wrap tightly around my sleeve, anything to shield the darkness.
Eyes avoid the warming glow, too sweet to reveal affection for.
His words are soft as faux fur dollar store blankets, yet the meaning is construed.
Swallowed with guilt, my heart continued to warm.
Flirtation and genuine eyes stare into my windows, and I can't help feeling that something is wrong.
A once-upon-a-time stranger has become a welcome part of my day.
The emotions bubble in my heart, the reality of this admiration coming to light as I again go home to my lover.
He sleeps by my side and another occupies my thoughts.
Contentment and devotion echo from his soft breaths, and I am struck with a deathly blow.
Have I wasted our time together?
I need to stop this. It's not right. It's not fair.
Yet...
This handsome stranger, may yet finish my life before I make up my chaotic mind.
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Poems: From a Manic Depressive
PoetryThey are not that well written to be honest. Rubbish trash mainly, but that's what I write so oh, well. It will mainly be depressing. Forewarning you that this was very emotional for me at one point or currently. I write about serious and non-seriou...
