Posted in Poetry, Prose

Knowing You

Knowing you
becomes wanting you,
such a dangerous
obsession to have

Not being able
to possess, to live out
my wants, and your needs
becomes most hurtful,

Knowing you
but choosing not
to have you,
being on the safer side
of my needs,

Just not fulfilling
my feelings for you

leaving them empty
and wanting you

even more…



My profile might reflect who I am, what I think and why I write what I do. My profile might just reveal the inner workings of a deranged mind, a helpless soul, and a self-destructive way of living. Don't worry. I'm OK. I've just lost sight of my little sister in the evening clouds....

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