Bittersweet

We played, we talked, As I tried to protect her While she helped me feel at home I asked the eternal question, Should I tell you how I feel My back shivered with overcome fear still bubbling below the surface As I spoke up, told her how I felt, The answer drained the feeling from me Like color from an old photograph, "I am no good for you. I will only hurt you." How could this be the last words My good friend said to me? I say at my computer today Reading great works about boundaries and wind, Tasting the bittersweet moments of the untaken path Why could that not be me Like the barren moon, so high above, I watched the chaos of her life Drag her beneath the waves Powerless to help the one Who thinks she saved me from herself! Sometimes it is better not to know How I wish I had that bittersweet

Mental Journey

I am on a journey of the mind. Contemplating the universe on every scale, and doing a complete introspective exploration. I may never be a literary academic, but I share my humble thoughts in hope that they may inspire others.

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