My body feels strange,
like I'm being pulled towards something
My senses aren't picking up reality
I smell the ocean in the distance
I see the sun sparkling off your hair
I feel your hand on my face
I hear the words unspoken on your tongue
I taste the flavor of your thoughts.
Is this real? What's going on
I am tugged back into reality
I sit in a room, alone, crying.
It always seems so real.
I live in a world of fantasies
Obviously, or you'd be here with me.
These aren't my best poems, but eh, it's been awhile.
It's two days until the anniversary of the worst day of my life...
and still I feel the same,
There is a chain attached to my heart,
it is straining against it;
it knows where it's meant to be.
Each time I feel the pull,
It hits me like a train.
I can't breathe.
I know where it wants to be is with you.
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