Hypothetically Real

April 24, 2014
A lie...

If no such truth can be held,
then how do I hold her body?
How do I keep her so near to mine?
Still she fades when I open my eyes.

How do I feel her warmth at night?
I feel nothing else in the day, nothing at all,
sharp, cold steel in hand, and yet I can't help but feel
a certain numbness in the crimson water I drink.

Why does she keep my dreams company?
If I’m the killer,
then why is the man in the mirror dead?
Why am I not with her?

I cannot stay with her,
She isn't real and neither am I,
so why can't I bar her from my prison,
where she is the only thing I cannot control?

A lack of actuality can be felt,
my heart melts in her non-existing hands,
her eyes strike through my soul,
her smile cripples my being.

Where am i that I cannot touch her,
yet she molds me to how she sees fit?
My heart races for her,
Yet she stops it with nothing more than a word.

If the question is “does she exist?”
The answer is no,
If the question is “is she real?”
The answer is yes.

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Nelly_Nell said...
Apr. 26, 2014 at 10:34 pm
this is a great poem i love how you comare her to a beatiflul imagery that strikes through your soul   keep writing casue this is great. :)
carolineklepper said...
Apr. 25, 2014 at 8:52 am
This is wonderful. I love the idea that "a lack of actuality can be felt", not to mention it's paired with such gorgeous imagery. Check out my stuff too please!
LotusChild replied...
Apr. 26, 2014 at 10:08 pm
Thanks, imagery is a specialty of mine! :D And sure thing, I'll give your work a look-see.
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