poet – Page 20 – The Messy Middle 🖤

Disappearing Acts.

I was disappearing when you saw me.

I was disappearing, but you touched me.

I was disappearing and then you loved me.

–S.

Lonesome, you make me so blue.

Lonesome, still in love with you.

Lonesome, like the moon.

Lonesome, praying to forget you soon.

–S.

You leave, I am an abandoned house.

With splintered wood, and a floor that is caving in.

You leave, I am a dusty attic.

Filled with faded photographs and untouched cardboard boxes.

You leave, I am a car that doesn’t drive.

With rusting metal and flat tires.

You leave, but I am still here.

–S.

I realize that trying to change you, only changed me.

For me to see, it took falling out of love with you, and falling back in love with me.

Love is blind, but not when I’m loving me.

Now, I can see.

–S.

You come to me in a dream, nothing is as it seems.

You come to me in a dream, flying with black wings.

You come to me in a dream, glowing like an ultralight beam.

You come to me in a dream, this is a nightly reoccurring theme.

In a dream, you seem, made of sweet creme.

In real life, a man with a scheme.

Oh, but, in a dream.

–S.