How is it that you expect me to be,
Without lips to lay my kisses on,
Without a heart to hide my emotions in,
Without a mind to share my dreams with,
Without ears to whisper my secrets into...?
I am scared,
It hurts and I,
I tear up from inside
All of the profoundness that is me.
Running from the intense emptiness
That lingers still.
My soul like is an abyss for want of another,
With whom to share my pain,
With whom to share my smiles,
With whom to whisper secrets.
Do you expect me to continue?
My desktop is already littered with abandoned notions.
How can I even finish a poem,
When I can barely
Stitch together ideas,
Expressing the agonizing horror that
An existence without you truly feels like;
Cold, lonely, empty, dark.
The mirror mirrors nothing despite my intense gazing;
Pain like darkness absorbing me,
Refusing to relinquish it's grasp,
Despite my best attempts to escape it.
What do you expect of me?
Who am I to be?
Without you.
-HalfCrazy
© Elias O. Dupuis 2010
