I Wish You Knew

I wish you knew
when it all gets a little too much,
and I feel out of touch
needing an emotional crutch
to get me through
I wish you knew
It's your smile
That's chases away my blues

I wish you knew
when I'm weary of life
bone weary of the tried and true
longing for something deliriously new
To get me through
It's you!

You'll never know
my admiration
unadulterated awe-struck inspiration
you evoke.
You provoke me to feel
escape is the real deal.
I can't conceal 
what you mean to me.
My safe fantasy
Ulternate reality
Living in life's duality
Make believe's tonality
My muse, you sing me into sanity

You'll never know,
and that's OK
In this lifetime 
this here and now of my days
yes, in so many ways
you've kept me from going under.
Your words, your actions: the thunder
that wakes me from the mundane.
It's insane
that when lost in the abyss
it's your screen worthy kiss
that pulls me into bliss,
I keep it on replay
every hour of every day
and I'm revived
happy I'm alive
I'm ready to thrive!

So keep smiling
portray that larger than life style
that makes admiring you worthwhile.
With those eyes that beguile
love and be loved
live and let me live
here in the shadows
close to your light,
for you are my delight

Thank you
for bringing me back to life!

Eileen Manassian
Copyright © | Year Posted 2024

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Hind Avatar
September 2, 2024 at 6:24 PM
Aw, this is lovely- <3
Cornish Avatar
June 2, 2024 at 6:23 PM
Hmmm, the fire lives!
Manassian Avatar
June 7, 2024 at 9:40 PM
It surely does. It will go out with my last breath.
Callus Avatar
June 1, 2024 at 3:56 PM
There are times when life feels like being repetitive and possibly boring ... going through the motions without desirable results...and that is when "safe fantasy" comes to the rescue. ~ Warm regards & hugs Eileen // paul
Manassian Avatar
June 7, 2024 at 9:42 PM
You are so wise, dear collaborator. Hope all is well. Blessings and love
Tacito Avatar
June 1, 2024 at 9:43 AM
That "thunder" has either sparked in short bursts or disappeared entirely for me. The psychological resuscitation expressed here, in between the gratitude, is nothing short of poignant, vulnerable & honest...like all of your work. Welcome, welcome back, Eileen. <3
Manassian Avatar
June 7, 2024 at 9:42 PM
So so good to hear from you again. Glad we reconnected. Please don't go away again. Big hugs
Lamoureux Avatar
May 30, 2024 at 5:29 AM
I don’t understand why this hasn’t received more attention. It’s very moving. I don’t spend much time here these days but I do try to drop by. Hugs Rick.
Manassian Avatar
June 7, 2024 at 9:41 PM
I wish you'd come back full force. This place isn't the same without you, Richard.
Vaso Avatar
May 25, 2024 at 1:04 AM
That's so lovely Eileen!
Tacito Avatar
June 1, 2024 at 9:45 AM
Comment volleyball is what's going on. Few comment just for the sake of doing so. It's disheartening, to say the least.
Manassian Avatar
May 25, 2024 at 1:07 PM
Thanks, dear. I appreciate it. You know what's strange? There's so many views on this poem, but hardly any comments. What's going on?
Rodgers Avatar
May 23, 2024 at 7:56 AM
Dear Eileen, What an incredibly touching and powerful. Your words capture such deep emotions and beautifully express the impact someone can have on our lives. The honesty and vulnerability in your writing moved me deeply. Thank you for sharing your heart and talent. Keep writing—your voice is truly inspiring. - Blessings, Daniel
Manassian Avatar
May 23, 2024 at 10:52 PM
Thank you for your response. I'm glad you like this piece. What I love about poetry is that it let's me lead an alternate life and for a while to experience crazy mad passionate love. That's its beauty. Blessings
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