Random, but sorta relevant poem. I've been in love so much that my chest literally pained me and my breath got trapped in my lungs. I don't want to brag, so I'll shut up right there.
Do You Think Of Me?
by ~daikras
Do You Think Of Me?
Thoughts suffusing my mind with their difficult weight.
Unable to focus for fear of past mistakes.
Unwilling to act on my loneliness, my fate.
I've known what it feels like when your heart breaks.
Thoughts of things gained and lost over the long years.
Of how our lives were when there was nothing but me,
And her, and our tiny dreams hiding in our minds,
Buried, deep, dark recollections, dark and nasty.
I dare not to think about the past anymore,
'Cause it brings me to a purgatory of pain.
Emotional pain that I can only avoid.
I must, if I desire to keep myself sane.
These awful thoughts of the past, they rule my today
And they shadow every single step that I take.
And I can't help but wonder, do you think of me?
If you came back ... is that too much to put at stake?
What if we took a chance and put the past to rest?
Forgot all the words we spoke in anger, in hate.
Left behind the uncertainty of not knowing.
What if we decided it's best that we should mate?
