If I have to ask.

delusions

I.

I leave little pieces of myself
between the words,
waiting to see
if you notice.

II.

I tell you about the worlds I enter,
the things that keep me awake,
and wonder
if you ever wonder where I go.

III.

I stopped knocking.
Not because I left,
but because I wanted
to hear your footsteps first.

IV.

There are rooms inside me
I have never shown you.
Their doors are open.
I only wish
you'd wonder what's behind them.

V.

I don't want to teach you
how to miss me.
I want to be missed
before I disappear.

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  • sorenbarrett

    We all have secret rooms and here I hear an invitation to visit. A lovely write and with good metaphor

    • delusions

      Thank you, Soren πŸ™‚

      • sorenbarrett

        It is my pleasure

      • Tristan Robert Lange

        My friend, this hit me deeply. Wanting someone to recognize your inner life without having to beg for their attention is such a quiet and devastating ache. Powerful piece. πŸŒΉπŸ–€πŸ™πŸ•―οΈπŸ¦β€β¬›

        • delusions

          Thank you, my friend. Appreciate it, and yes, it really does hurt.

        • Black Willow

          I think I just found my new favorite poet

          • delusions

            Thank you!
            Haven't been making any new ones but will start again now πŸ™‚



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