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To the One I Will Never Meet,
I feel a yearning,
an ever-present burning
but that is not returning
certainly not from another,
one I fear I would only smother.
“Love hurts,” but this is not love,
I dare not even call it lust;
I do not even know her.
I see her in my mind
but she has not seen me.
No, not one single time.
I long for an organ that works
not this heart that only makes us hurt.
I allow the mind to play tricks on me
in moments of utter weakness,
moments I would much rather forget;
rather than be upset. Do you catch my drift?
To the one I have never met
yet for many hours I solemnly sit,
imagining what you look like
and hoping there is nothing in my eye;
for that would obstruct my view
thus keeping me from recognizing you.
Yet how do I know the truth,
that you’re not some other “her”
and the lady across the street is actually you?
I never recall feeling this way
until it is happening again,
and nothing is happening again.
I have never believed in love
and if I did,
it certainly would not come from above.
You see, I am short,
and with this proportion,
I would need a stool or a ladder to reach it,
to beseech this....
....love?
-Brian Shuffett
January 23rd, 2008
I feel a yearning,
an ever-present burning
but that is not returning
certainly not from another,
one I fear I would only smother.
“Love hurts,” but this is not love,
I dare not even call it lust;
I do not even know her.
I see her in my mind
but she has not seen me.
No, not one single time.
I long for an organ that works
not this heart that only makes us hurt.
I allow the mind to play tricks on me
in moments of utter weakness,
moments I would much rather forget;
rather than be upset. Do you catch my drift?
To the one I have never met
yet for many hours I solemnly sit,
imagining what you look like
and hoping there is nothing in my eye;
for that would obstruct my view
thus keeping me from recognizing you.
Yet how do I know the truth,
that you’re not some other “her”
and the lady across the street is actually you?
I never recall feeling this way
until it is happening again,
and nothing is happening again.
I have never believed in love
and if I did,
it certainly would not come from above.
You see, I am short,
and with this proportion,
I would need a stool or a ladder to reach it,
to beseech this....
....love?
-Brian Shuffett
January 23rd, 2008
Literature
love in return
I remember trailing my kiss down your body
For the hundredth time in one night,
Asking you to lay still,
And receiving the most mind numbing kiss of my life.
I love the way you kiss me,
The ways you hold me,
The times you bestow me with pure love,
And affections people can only dream of.
So next time I'm going to catch you in a kiss,
To show you how much I love you,
How much I want you,
And how much you mean everything to me.
Literature
Where She's Not
She's not at the bottom of my cereal bowl
But I'll eat it all the same
Just because I get to think of her
And the way she smelled of sugar
She's not between the pages of this book
But I'll read it all the same
Just because I get to imagine her
And the way she was always my hero
She's not along this sunny street
But I'll walk it all the same
Just because I get to feel her
And the way she was warm, like summer
She's not in the spaces between the stars
But I'll gaze all the same
Just because I get to see her
And the way her eyes crinkled when she smiled
I always loved her smile.
I won't find her in these distractions
But I'll s
Literature
Overdue
i don't want to be human,
because then i wouldn't have
emotions for you to trample
and hopes for you to burn.
(i know you can't catch
smoke in a bottle,
but i tried anyways.)
i don't want to be human,
because then i wouldn't have
a body for you to strike
or a will for you to break.
(my fingers are all
bloodied from trying
to pick up the pieces.)
i don't want to be human,
because then i wouldn't have
a heart
for you to steal.
(sometimes,
i hope you're just
borrowing it.)
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It is strange how the heart and mind makes us feel about "love," or the possibility of meeting that certain someone (whom I am certain does not exist).
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It's such a beautiful poem. You are very talented. I hope you do find and meet "her". 😊
~Kayleigh
~Kayleigh