how do you perceive me
when you read
what i have put out?
do my writings paint
a picture of who i am?
do my words
draw you in or move you?
do they make you
want to read more
or do they turn you off?
i wonder if my thoughts
are coherent enough
or whether they are in disarray…
pardon me
for sharing so much
of my sadness and my heartbreak
over a love which
i thought would be mine
for a lifetime…
and forgive me
if i seem to never tire
of sharing my pain
for being left behind
and for still holding on…
so i ask you to allow me
just a little more time
to take in all of it
until i’m strong enough
to let it go…
so i can write about fireflies…
of moonbeams and starbursts…
of happy thoughts…
of bright blue skies and skyscrapers…
and perhaps one day,
i’d be able to write about love…
onefrustratedpoet 