Underneath the skin and bones, this heart hungers.
Underneath exhaustion, this mind expands.
Underneath the dying hope
that we arrive on the same, shore,
I continue thrashing for you.
Will you ever thrash for me?
As I vacillate through imploding sorrow, all I want to do is stop sipping coffee together, stop swapping new dreams, stop planning our next adventure
so certainly devoid of passion.
I remain gripped in your coy rejection.
You'd rather do a million other things than delight in my presence craving your touch.
Are you really comfortable as a bystander to my perpetual cravings, as you remain exhausted by DOING and I in BEING undone?
Where is the peace in this calculation?
Why do I want you, STILL?
This is no ordinary love
© Reneé Marie 2016
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thank you for sharing such a reflective poem.I feel love can be the hero winning all and everything.