These feelings, I face, everyday,
Can I change them, no; there is no way,
Im living a lie, corrupted, unreal,
Itching and burning to make my self feel,
When I see you I melt, burn, and die
It’s for your affection, your love, your feelings, I cry
Your inhuman disease spreads with your smile
I’m infected, rejected, but mostly in denial
I thought you were close, what else can I say,
But as it turns out your seven-thousand-million miles away,
My feelings stuffed up, alone in a box
But your in space, so far away, an astronaut
This poem is for you, nothing more to be said,
Just read it, out loud or in your quiet head
This won’t change a thing from present to past,
Only one thing remains, I LOVE YOU KEVIN ASH:
He makes me laugh,
He makes me cry,
He makes me live,
He makes me die
He makes me fake,
He makes me real,
He makes me numb,
He makes me feel,
He makes me free,
He makes me bound,
He makes me lost,
He makes me found,
He makes me warm,
He makes me cold,
He makes me young,
He makes me old,
He makes me gone,
He makes me here,
He makes me bold,
He makes me disappear,
This poem… one of the most personal I’ve ever written… turning anguish into beautiful words, has been my talent for years… but my other was being in love with my friend Kevin… he is everything to me, but nothing since he hasn’t given me a clue that he feels the same way… I hope you enjoyed this poem… it took me many long hard empty days to write it….
Forever lost….
foreverforgotten