Yearning

It's an essay (of sorts) for to those who have liked someone...

 

Yearning

In the morning, 

you are the first 

to remind me of my life. 

The emptiness, 

and shallow desires

of my youth. 

The dreams I couldn't grasp

and the hollow comfort

of day dreams

within a thing

that I call a heart. 

Everyday, I see you

in my mind's eye.

The warmth and love

shining -- so blinding.

Looking at you

makes me so sick inside...

I hate it.

I hate you.

Grieved for the reminder:

What I couldn't have.

What I couldn't touch. 

Fantasies of your love.

Being near you.

To be the reason

for the warmth in your smile. 

Dreams that will never come true.

Just a hollow heart pinning for it.

Author's Note

An essay poem that compresses the moments of my rose-colored madness.

The picture above is titled "Yearning" by Luis Iga
[http://www.luisiga.com/category/fine-art-photography]

Reviews

[abus]

depicted that something which we all wish to have but could not have very well..