I don’t think anyone really knows me.
I put on so many different faces, Sometimes I can’t even tell that it’s me.
I wish someone would give me a momentary peace.
I have so many thoughts,
Some troubling you see.
Are we just pretending?
Fitting in a world that seems never-ending?
Should I rip off the mask and let everyone see.
The true me?
Do I even know her?
Or was she crafted from months of taking on another persona?
See it was like this.
I was trying to tell you but….
There was a road…
You and me….
My heart couldn’t belong to you.
It looked like there was nothing you could do.
This poem was inspired by one of my favorite authors Jane Austen.
“The person, be it gentleman or lady, who has not pleasure in a good novel, must be intolerably stupid.” -Jane Austen
I don’t want love.
Not right now.
People think I’m crazy for saying this.
At least I’m honest.
I’ve never lied to my fellow reader,
Only aspired to be a leader.
I’ve never been one for dramatics,
So I won’t pull the script from life’s attic.
I’ve seen no good examples of what people call love.
How can I trust something I barely know exists?
I’ve seen people together,
Because of duty,
Because of religion,
Because of children,
Because of comfortability,
Because, because, because.
Everyone is always talking about love.
Do you enjoy a good novel?
Do you like to read?
Do you even read?
Do you enjoy expressing your feelings through the liberating art of prose?
Where is your sense of adventure?
What is your definition of life?
Do any of you ever have these thoughts from time to time?
Or are we all destined to the doom that is “matrimony?”
I don’t know what to say.
I don’t know which way,
I feel stuck.
I wish I could put into words how I feel.
It’s really making me ill.
I feel bitter,
but something more.
I feel tired,
But there’s gotta be another word.
I feel beat up.
The world’s got it’s licks,
that’s for sure.
I can’t even rhyme.
I feel like i’m out of time.
I need to be alone.
I need to go somewhere and lick my wounds.
I need to go where I can find comfort.
I need a fort.
I need to not feel emotionally drained when I first wake up.
Can you help me?
You see, my mind won’t let me be.
It makes me feel alive.
It makes me feels things I haven’t felt in such a long time.
I’m a slave to the ink.
I’m adulterous to the blank paper.
I commit all of the seven deadly sins to see the smile,
The look of appreciation on your face.
To see the review you leave in memory,
In my place.
I see space.
Here is my offering.
I hope you take it.
No, don’t hesitate,
I can’t seem to stop.
My God, have I reached the top?
Have I lost my mind?
Where is the time?
She’s normally here to save me from this malice.
I need it.
I inhale it.
I lay by my bed waiting for more.
You’re still here.
You haven’t let me down,
You’re always there.
You’re still here.
Keeping me warm and clear.
I’ve never traveled down this road before.
It’s been full of strife and tears.
Will you two disappear?
come to naught?
You get my drift.
I need this lift,