i wish you could hear my voice, even as i cry at my desktop,
no, i’m not asking to hear yours, although i’d love to.
i just want you to hear me utter,
one sentence, one word, one syllable,
or maybe i’ll just be talking to the empty summer breeze,
like before.
i wish you could feel my hands, even as i bury my face in them,
no, i’m not asking to feel yours, although i'd love to,
i just selfishly want you to feel my warmth–
whatever's left of me, and realize,
that maybe, there's something valuable in the remnants of what
you left.
i wish you could see my eyes, even as i drown in my self-pity,
no, i'm not asking to see yours, although i'd love to,
i just want you to see this pain that you've given me i've given myself,
and then you'll comfort me, and all will be forgiven,
perhaps i still hope to cling to you, to forcefully take the joy that you've
given to another.
i wish you could give me what you took back, though i know it will only burden you,
after all, what is love but self-indulgence?
maybe beneath this myriad of tears that i've shed is only a greedy pig,
maybe humans should never feel warmth, lest we burn ourselves to ashes,
but i still would like you to see my smile
once more
i wish i could stand before you, perhaps then, we’ll see eye to eye,
and i might find closure, and we may part ways
but is it too much to hope for something real?
we can take off our masks and see the ugliness inside
and finally, perhaps i’ll stop shedding my tears at my desktop
“no.”
i wish you could taste my pain, perhaps then i'll feel like i've gotten my revenge
i thought this was love? why are you now my enemy?
but then as i see you cry i begin to cry to myself
i thought this was love? why are we both in such pain?
but perhaps these tears are just fake, and i'm just crying
just so that you can see.
i wish
i could hear
your voice
just one last time,
even as i cry at my desktop,
burying my face in my hands,
drowning in my self-pity,
hiding behind this clever mask that i wear,
(perhaps then i'll remember what it was like?)
(to feel the empty summer breeze)
(and wish that time would stop)
(and nothing would change)
(and nothing mattered)
(it was just us)
(or just me)
(at least)
(but we both know there was nothing there at all)
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