“ Here I am “.
His lips do not move,
yet he had already said too much without speaking a word.
He looks through me, at me
yet, he sees nothing;
He will not
for he forces all thought away till only a bare emptiness remains.
Where does he go?
I feel nothing in his presence, yet he is watching me.
He toys with me;
He wanted me when it pleased him, but his wishes were not mine.
He is not a part of me, yet he possesses so much of me.
He walks through me, yet he feels nothing.
His emotions stripped bare, he is nothing.
A naked figment of mind.
All that remains is my own desire for him.
What is it that I feel?
For how can I love that which does not exist?
An illusionary figure that has no place in my life,
Nor ever did.
His lips do not move,
yet he had already said too much without speaking a word.
He looks through me, at me
yet, he sees nothing;
He will not
for he forces all thought away till only a bare emptiness remains.
Where does he go?
I feel nothing in his presence, yet he is watching me.
He toys with me;
He wanted me when it pleased him, but his wishes were not mine.
He is not a part of me, yet he possesses so much of me.
He walks through me, yet he feels nothing.
His emotions stripped bare, he is nothing.
A naked figment of mind.
All that remains is my own desire for him.
What is it that I feel?
For how can I love that which does not exist?
An illusionary figure that has no place in my life,
Nor ever did.
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