Sometimes I feel your strange yet once delicate presence flow endlessly through me. It seems to be at those times when I am at my weakest point. I find it quite difficult to remember back to what seems like a decade ago, but is only a breath away. I am confused and feel that I am a victim that is suffering from amnesia. Who was I, and what was I thinking then? Quite often I struggle with this mass of mistaken identity. I relive the invitation, yet am overcome by an obsolete misshapen. I wanted you to be what I longed for and needed. The missing piece to make me whole. My imagination ran wild, while my emotions played games with my vulnerable susceptibility. Unlike you, I was the dreamer; therefore, you were the dream. Like a dream there was eventually the reality. To often the things in life that seem so right are the eventual mistakes that we later learn from. As I drift from time to time through what is invisible to most, I sense the deception that you pursue. Time has cured the destruction, and given the glory. The guilt is tearing you down as well as allowing you to see the precious gift of life that is so dear to me. I remember that special day when I turned and went the other way. You failed to see the light while choosing to dwell in your materialistic world. One unexpected day, there will be a definite twinkle rationalize your soul, and you will see that I wasn't the one that was cold. Looking into the liveliness from which you were stripped of, you will be able to see how physically close you were, yet how mentally so far away.
Reason for writing:
I was inspired to write this poem due to a relationship that was broken apart. I became pregnant and gave birth to my daughter, Kylie Rose, who is the love of my life. Her father has never attempted to try to see her or even shown any affection toward her well-being.
Birth sign: Aries
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