Echo Echo Echo Echo Poem by Kim McInnis

my mind is plagued
by the stupid things
long ago that used
to make me smile
haunted
by the pound of
your heart
...it's the same

I return to
trying
to focus on Chris' voice
and remembering
the brush of his skin
from my dreams
...but I only hear
the vague
yet striking resemblance

it's sick to say
but I don't even mind
if I'm used
if your heart
bounces off the ground
and hits me
suddenly without warning

that's all I need
something so random

...but though I try
I cannot
trick myself into
believing
this is only lust

no.

this is unrequited
love.
of the worst
most desperate
most treacherous kind.

(do I detect a
theme
to the tattered
poems of these
pages?)

of course -
you held me
so long
without knowing
I lie
but nothing changes

my heart is
yours
for the breaking.
please don't disappoint me.