Untitled Poem
Obsessed with the thought of love, not with me
Not of what we are, but what we could be.
You say you love me… yet you just love the thought
Not worth the fight that should be fought
Soon you will discover what really is true
That you didn’t feel what you thought when you said ‘i love you’
Idealized
In your eyes
because perfect is what you want me to be,
but its not truly me.
Dated January 20th, 2004
By Matthew Henrickson
Random Posts
Related posts:
Category: Matthew Henrickson Poetry
You worded this amazingly. Thanks for visiting my site. Where’s your Entrecard? I was going to drop my card. You’re one of the first bloggers to comment on my blog, who also happens to run a “poetry blog”. Always great to know that other’s like poetry just as much as me. Perhaps we could review each other’s site?
Let me know if you’re interested.