My All (Eternity) Poem by Alissa Greene

I cant keep giving out my all
I cant hold your hand for eternity
For in the end they’ll be nothing left to hold
So you see eternity is a far grasp
Since days weeks or month hold no equivalence
No equivalence to the false reality we bring
To each other
In moments of lust, concealed in infatuation
We whisper sweet nothings of forever:
A distant time that I’ll never see with you but I pretend,
Pretend that you’ll be by my side forever
Holding me close and drawing me nearer
But near is only relative,
As relative as the time it takes for the space between us to disappear; and then you see
My flaws:
All the petty little imperfections I try so hard to hide;
And you tense up. Although your lips move with the fabricated words that
“even your flaws are more beautiful then anyone’s else’s perfections”
And im eating that up because
I layed my all down with you
And im sick of lying to you about forever
And im sick of you lying about my perfection
And im sick of being so empty,
So empty for so long when you aren’t here because my
All rests in you;
While you remain perfectly whole and them some
So the resentment sets in,
I start -
resenting my self for walking that outstretched path that smelled sweetly of opportunity
with you
Resenting myself for giving you everything
Piece by piece
By piece
So I shouldn’t keep giving my all
I cant keep giving my all
I wont keep giving my all
Because eternity is just too long.