here is a poem I recently wrote, out of quite a passionate dissonance of emotions. if you’d like to read more, head over here. thank you.
I am in love with someone who is unaware
of any aspect of my existence
how egregious this pain seems
I am unremarkable in my sufferings
but I miss him all the same
sleepless, hollow nights
there lies an ache
inside of me
in my stomach,
my bones and my ribs,
aching without apology
without a cure
with the weight
of knowledge that you
will never see me
the way that I see you
or love me
as if I’m not made of
paper.
the thing is
you are unequivocally
most certainly
and unbearably
my home
but I
don’t know
if you can build a home
from a stack of cards
and I don’t know
if you can build a home
inside words never dedicated to you.
sofsea 