I wrote this a week or so ago and thought I would share it. I felt this when it was written and thought I might not be the only one feeling this way.
Here.
Oblivious to the room,
Oblivious to your Eyes.
Vacant, like any emotion for me.
Oblivious to your heart,
Void from any thought of me in your life,
even for a moment,
for it shows in your actions.
Catapulted into feelings once again
and again and again.
Absence is all I grace,
Absence from you,
and anyone like you whom breaths.
Tantrums are of the past,
Now living with empty holes
and dry spells.
Never to catch your eye,
Much less flutter a heart.
Another breath,
Another day,
The same empty hands
Here.
Oblivious to the room,
Oblivious to your Eyes.
Vacant, like any emotion for me.
Oblivious to your heart,
Void from any thought of me in your life,
even for a moment,
for it shows in your actions.
Catapulted into feelings once again
and again and again.
Absence is all I grace,
Absence from you,
and anyone like you whom breaths.
Tantrums are of the past,
Now living with empty holes
and dry spells.
Never to catch your eye,
Much less flutter a heart.
Another breath,
Another day,
The same empty hands
