my mind is plagued <br />by the stupid things <br />long ago that used <br />to make me smile <br />haunted <br />by the pound of <br />your heart <br />...it's the same <br /> <br />I return to <br />trying <br />to focus on Chris' voice <br />and remembering <br />the brush of his skin <br />from my dreams <br />...but I only hear <br />the vague <br />yet striking resemblance <br /> <br />it's sick to say <br />but I don't even mind <br />if I'm used <br />if your heart <br />bounces off the ground <br />and hits me <br />suddenly without warning <br /> <br />that's all I need <br />something so random <br /> <br />...but though I try <br />I cannot <br />trick myself into <br />believing <br />this is only lust <br /> <br />no. <br /> <br />this is unrequited <br />love. <br />of the worst <br />most desperate <br />most treacherous kind. <br /> <br />(do I detect a <br />theme <br />to the tattered <br />poems of these <br />pages?) <br /> <br />of course - <br />you held me <br />so long <br />without knowing <br />I lie <br />but nothing changes <br /> <br />my heart is <br />yours <br />for the breaking. <br />please don't disappoint me.<br /><br />Kim McInnis<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/echo-echo-echo-echo/
