I Don’t Write Poetry, but When I Do….

Dennis M. Lambing

When The Heart is Completely Wrung-Out…

You know that I can’t stop
thinking about you
it’s impossible
it really is
Not a day goes by when I stop and think
everything that I did wrong
what I should have done better
everything… I should have done right
So Dumb of me
Bound
That seems to be
what’s at my heart
I just
just
can’t
just can’t
I’m so idiotic
You really need to go
but, I can’t bear you leaving
I just don’t know
what to do
As much as I desire
for you to grow…
I desire you to be
here
by my side
And it feels
like it’s too late
that I had my time
and squandered it
for absolutely nothing
As much as I
wish you were back
I desire for you
to grow
grow
grow!
GROW!
GO! DO YOUR THING! PLEASE!
How?
Just how?
Do I proceed?
Knowing you would
be so much better
without dealing with myself
Becoming everything you should
leaving me aside
Just how…
do I watch? Knowing
it’s for the best
I just can’t start
knowing you are alone
You Have to start first…
‘cuz i just can’t
knowing I CAN (and WOULD) be the best?
It’s just a mess.. [chuckle] isn’t it? 🙂
~DML

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