That Kind of night

Thinking, dreaming of a good morning;
I wonder… ponder about what’s out there..
Am I fated to feel what I feel,
Am I meant to fall deeper still into you,
Is there something more for me,
What lies do I tell myself that keep me awake at night?
Am I so unaware of who I am…
That I do not even notice your light,
Am I as good as I think I am?
Am I worse off than I think… or am I better off… gone;
A thing yet to be decided I still hold on,
I reach out and hold your hand,
Tightly eyes shut; what I actually grasped was someone’s tee;
An unknown theme, and unknown thing;
Who are you that speaks to me?
Are you the one that’s meant for me?
No matter where I go… or how far apart I escape from thee…
Gravity grasps me down; A simple love;
A simple friend; is it the beginning or the end..
Someone please hold me now,
All alone, lost, without words or frame;
I’m a forgotten photo.. I was just a game.
Promise me one day you’ll understand. Forgive me for my lack of perfection. Undeniable situation, A complication; its always me huh? My fault;
I feel things I can only hope to describe…
Why do you fault me for this…
Why do you not hold me…
I’ve forgotten the taste of your lips.
Over now, upturn… pouring out; I’m a soft plushie,
Please just leave me be… until I’m ready to be a better me.

6.18.23 – Claire