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OCD/YOU
by Emily G MyersI check for you every day.
you are my compulsion;
wringing my hands like an old worried mother,
checking for you,
any sign of you.
a word,
a space,
anything that gives away your position.
I am compelled by you.
every day I check for you;
wandering with no poise at all.
whatever I have is on my sleeve,
and I know that when I check for you,
even if you're there,
I am never satisfied by what I find
and I never will be.
there is not enough of you to go around.
and you are not
will never be
mine.
so as much as I check for you,
wringing my hands like some old mother,
I can never find enough of you. 09/03/2008 Author's Note: because I like to become attached to people I can't ever have.
Posted on 09/03/2008
Copyright © 2024 Emily G Myers
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Joe Cramer on 09/03/08 at 11:16 AM ... an exceptional write! |
| Posted by Genevieve Sturrock on 09/03/08 at 07:27 PM there is a certain kind of safety in making attachments to those are unavailable. wonderful write. |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 09/03/08 at 08:07 PM Well done lady. Many of us have been there. |
| Posted by Tricia Marie Miel on 09/04/08 at 04:17 AM I've been there. Somehow being unattainable only fuels the compulsion for more information and your poem captures the sentiment. Nicely done! |
| Posted by Max Phineas on 10/11/08 at 04:39 AM Fantastic. You've know idea how much I can relate. Excellent write! Favorited. |
| Posted by Max Phineas on 10/11/08 at 04:40 AM P.S.- I literally checked the author name to see if I'd written this and forgot. That's how familiar it all is. |
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