poetry

Only Half-loving You.

On clear, cold nights
Looking up at the moon,
Sometimes I cannot help but
Think of you; though it hurts too.

Heart dancing. Blood on fire.
You were all that I desired.
Too blinded to see:

You were daydreaming

     Of someone but me…

Losing myself in trying to be
All that you needed me to be,
And still you couldn’t see
The true worth in

Me: respite from the endless monotony.

So now I melt into the background,
Forgotten— forgetting myself—
While someone else is
Only half-loving you,
Know that I was true.

 

©2018 H. M. Smith, All Rights Reserved.

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