Existential Crisis

Thu, 05/21/2015 - 18:39 -- orobles

She was beautiful but artificial

Partly here and partly there

But mostly she was nowhere

She had lost her solidity

But if she let you hold her

You could absorb her

She was yours

And then she wasn’t

 

But I adored her

In tears and in pain

I adored her

Blood stains and broken glass and cold stares and silence

I still adored her

She was mine and she was yours and she was hers and she was his

But all the while she belonged to no one

 

She was here for too long

Let herself slip away for too long

Stayed in her mind for too long

Gave herself away for too long

 

Let her stay in her mind

Where she can happily lay

Undisturbed by reality

Where she belongs

Where she deserves to be

Where she can exist without questioning her existence

This poem is about: 
Me

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