Papers-
Papers everywhere-
Thoughts unfinished
Questions unanswered
Stories told
Or not.
I’ve spun so many tales
Shared so many lives
With myself
In the confines of my own haven.
But these words
Stories
Papers-
Papers everywhere-
Mean nothing
If these stories go untold.
I’m holding on to you,
My dear,
I’ll never let you go.
But what if space
Is what I need? I may be
Here, physically,
But my presence isn’t present.
I love you
Don’t you love me?
Yes, but I
Love myself more.
Loss of reliability
Feeling of inadequacy
Suffering emotional instability
For this lack of reality
From this chemical dependency.
Stuck inside my mind
Behind a two-way mirror
No body
No name
Visible from the outside
Through my glassy eyes
That watch the world pass by.
“It’s so good to see you-
You look great!
More importantly, you look happy.”
You agree with a suspicious and silent nod
But a smile turns up the corners of your mouth
As you take a sip from your coffee
And the desirous heat from your mug
Accentuates your blushing cheeks
Instead of hiding them.
You take an exaggerated sigh in preparation
Then begin to tell me your latest story.