The Eyes of the Heart

My heart’s broken

My spirit’s going too

And know,

This pain I’ve suffered-

It’s all because of you.

 I knew from the fist day I saw you. I couldn’t look at you, talk to you, and still can’t, but I tried to act as I always did. I felt that perhaps something strung from me and latched onto you... Do you feel the same? Most likely not. How can I even imagine being with you, if I can’t break down the wall keeping me away? They ask what I see in you, and I don’t know. I tried to get as much information I could about you, so that we might have something to talk about. Maybe just infatuation, you could call it obsession. But I feel that if you were taken away, I couldn’t bear it. I’d be nothing, have nothing. But what do the trivial patterns of my heart matter to you? Have you ever felt this way? I would like to know. Do you even know who I am? I can only hope. Here I am, writing out of despair. It seems as though you don’t know I exist. I guess you probably do, but.. You have barely ever acknowledged my presence.

 I write your name in circles, because a heart can break but a circle is forever...