my mind is plagued
by the stupid things
long ago that used
to make me smile
haunted
by the pound of
your heart
...it's the same
I return to
trying
to focus on Chris' voice
and remembering
the brush of his skin
from my dreams
...but I only hear
the vague
yet striking resemblance
it's sick to say
but I don't even mind
if I'm used
if your heart
bounces off the ground
and hits me
suddenly without warning
that's all I need
something so random
...but though I try
I cannot
trick myself into
believing
this is only lust
no.
this is unrequited
love.
of the worst
most desperate
most treacherous kind.
(do I detect a
theme
to the tattered
poems of these
pages?)
of course -
you held me
so long
without knowing
I lie
but nothing changes
my heart is
yours
for the breaking.
please don't disappoint me.
Kim McInnis
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/echo-echo-echo-echo/