Saturday, April 4, 2009

Gatsby struggle

Heart cringes, brows furrowed
head in hands
hair pushed back
desparation.

This place was...
where we last spoke
where we last touched
where you last looked in my eyes
an image slowly fading

a tear rolls down my cheek
brush it away
smear of memories past
wet
the sun will come out to dry
soon.

hopefully...soon.

Throat choaked, eyes well
I refuse
emotions like waves
crash against the levy
heart constrained
mind fighting to maintain peace

Still I put on that facade each morning
acting like I no longer care
like my heart no longer
dreams of you
longs for you

Lie after lie
I convince...
no one.

Longingly I look at the stars
slow pulsating red light atop
that unreachable tower
a reminder of my Gatsby struggle

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