Ramblings on Deaf Ears
January 8, 2013
I’m not supposed to, but I do.
I’m pushing against an emotion that encompasses you.
Anything you say shouldn’t matter, but it does,
Everything you do makes me dream of what never was.
Although you exist in form and we see each-other every day,
To you, the true me is a stranger, with the whole of me just wanting you to go away.
But a part of me, a part of me yearns for you to stay.
You are the cause of heavy, nostalgic moving possibilities,
Yet every time we face, my mouth runs away and my heart works with great difficulty.
And my clumsiness, well that’s just displaced and gibbered poetry,
Brought to you by a heart, innocent and nervy.
Like gray clouds, straining to hold buckets of water in its nest,
Or a butterfly trapped inside a cocoons beating chest;
I hold this undefined, rapturous feeling, for you.
With abstruse hope that in discovering me, there’ll be a breakthrough.
To know me is to want me, as knowing you has led to unrequited anxiety.
Maybe you are worst than the parts I’ve dreamt up,
In fact my mind is pleading for my heart to wake up.
But a glimmer of hope is all that’s needed to keep this feeling afloat.
So let’s make a deal, let me be your first lifeboat.
To keep you dry before you’re soaked,
To illuminate your mind and to allow your heart and mine to convoke.
To shake the ground beneath your feet, to make you feel reborn,
To speak unspoken words & cheer you up when you’re forlorn.
And for me? All I ask for is my discovery.