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Hypothetically Real

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_NellThis teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. said...
Apr. 26 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 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!
 
LotusChildThis teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. replied...
Apr. 26 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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