In your eyes by Deborah BreuerI am the wind you ignore,
The bum on the street corner that you see through,
The anger you displace.
I am the love you do not reciprocate,
and the warm touch your cold heart won't feel.
It's been years since you've seen me, but only days since you've last looked.
And although I've tried,
and believe me, I have,
I know the pain of the scars you've left on my heart.
I can't escape the words you didn't say as they echo in my ears,
Reverberating off of the walls of my mind.
I desperately said the words I now wish I could take back,
knowing that you would say them in return, if only in your eyes,
But they were empty and painfully silent.
There was such a lacking in response that the deepest of black holes became that much more dense due to an agony so fulfilling I could not help but share the excess.
Realizing I am like the black hole in your eyes,
Only theoretical. 07/08/2006 Posted on 07/08/2006 Copyright © 2024 Deborah Breuer
Member Comments on this Poem |
Posted by Elizabeth Jill on 07/10/06 at 01:11 AM wow! —this whams with a punch. As above...it's terribly sad, which is why I love it. Brilliantly delivered, tré bién! —Jill |
Posted by Mary J Anna on 08/05/06 at 03:51 AM tttt--yesssssah! so awesome. I love you. (profoundly, not just theoretically) ;) |
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