Without

Without

All it took was one look,

And the luck of the Irish struck me,

Like a harpoon through the chest.

I skipped a breath.

I was truly knocked aback.

She is not lacking in the beauty department.

I feel a bubbling inside.

Take a gander at what you got started.

Excuse the mess that is my life.

I wasn’t expecting you to arrive,

When my lived in home is sadly survived,

By a lost old soldier who fought in the war for love.

Who would have thought I could feel this good?

I’ve been floating on air for half a week.

Feeling like Super Man, instead of the real me who is so weak;

But she doesn’t know that.

Maybe I can act like a normal human being,

And hide the things I simply don’t have.

I’m not all bad.

I have my good points.

You may think you know me,

But did I tell you of my aching joints?

The pain in my neck?

The weakness in my arms?

The way I’m always too tired?

The scars on my heart?

She is yet to see any of this.

All she knows is, I hope, maybe she thinks, we should kiss.

She may not even have ever noticed me. I think she did.

My love heart eyes popping out may have given my desire away.

I must act cool and not let her see I’m a dweeb.

So how the Devil are you? I simply need to say.

She doesn’t know how I’m starting to believe in impossibilities.

Oh the possibility of what could be,

If she feels anything like love for me.

We are estranged, for we are strangers.

I would like to rearrange the picture of me inside her mind.

Maybe turn the truth into something that would amaze her.

If she would like, then so would I.

Yeah I write poetry for a little fun.

I’ve written for half of my life now, maybe a little more.

I wish I had started when I was really young.

Maybe then I would remember what I felt like back before,

Life said grow up and act like other men.

I never grew up. Not now. Not back then.

I never wanted to be like another.

My Brother is a stranger to me.

I’m nothing like my Mother.

Well in the way I’ve always wanted to be.

You see she can make a marriage last.

I could start a relationship,

But what I want it to be never had a chance.

I’m searching for love.

That’s all I’ve ever wanted.

This strange stranger I’ve met,

Probably just wants to get something for nothing.

You see I want a true love that is real and not pretend.

Most of the women I’ve loved are really good friends.

So I will leave.

She and I will never be.

I want a love,

Who doesn’t take every part of me.

Will she always stay faithful?

And realise that I am truly grateful?

Or will she concede defeat and leave?

I’m just a poor poet.

I don’t own my own house.

I live in solitude.

I never became a parent through doubt.

I need within.

I am without.

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