To You
The thought of frustration is a constant battle,
That is never won, Because of the confusion of your mind.
The fear of closeness, Shows not in my face but in my heart.
For I love you, But you shall not know,
Because expressing that, May cause me to excrete,
The bottled emotions in my mind,
That I have felt for years. To be internally exhausted,
But externally tortured,
Leaving you in a fit of rage,
That only you brought on yourself.
For no one can help the pain in your mind,
Deteriorating into your soul,
And leaving you with a heart,
That has room for only one to be loved.
For if it was I, I would smile the smile,
That you once showed me,
Out of happiness that we are together,
Seeing in your eyes that you know not who I am.
It leaves me upset to see, The agony on your face,
Knowing that the only person that can help, Is you.
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
