Unheard Melodies...

"Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard are sweeter." -- John Keats

unrequited

pattens of com placeable insanity, dwelling into my everyday thoughts.

you filled me with love, be it for two days, two weeks or ten years, i’ve lost count.

i’ve found myself longing for you yet again, my patterns repeating over.

yet nothing came my way.

emptied again, depleted of my souls resurgences.

i never learn, i chose to feel you for just one day, one day more.

giving myself hope of a life with you again.

you know i fall, and chose to run. at that precise moment each time.

almost like a torturous game, played only in your mind. to amuse your childish nature.

i used to melt over your boyish charm, yet now I realize it’s undeveloped.

i fear a world without you, but fear more one with your absence.

hoping that you would feel my heart, the way it breaks for you each time.

these patterns kill me slowly, as the years progress. 

no longer can i bear the burden of my love for you.

i’ll try to give up, but my nature resists. your ways so strongly hold me in.

one day i’ll free myself, but i also know this is just another lie when my soul is listening.

                      k.b.

christopherpoindexter:

The Universe and Her, and I poem #117 written by Christopher Poindexter

christopherpoindexter:

The Universe and Her, and I poem #117 written by Christopher Poindexter

(Source: praises, via greenlikebathwater)