Dragging my weight through life,
In the last few days,
I have felt the abominable pain,
Of not being the one, she loves.
Am I that invisible?
Has she never known?
I am the guy lurking in the behind,
Of every story she has played a part in.
I am the guy, she never really sees,
Even when I have always been.
I am the guy who loves her, for everything she is,
Even when others judge her and word her flaws out loud.
It aches me, to be the guy,
Who will give his world away,
Just to see her smile.
It aches me, to be the guy,
Who will always stand by the corner,
Beneath her sky.
It aches me, to be the guy,
Who can only be a shoulder, she can cry on,
But never a hand, she would hold and walk life.
Maybe I will never tell,
Maybe she will never know,
Maybe I am bound to live in this pain,
Of watching my Hope,
Always walk away.
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ACHES [Wattys Winner 2015]
PoetryAin't we drowning but still floating in our complexities of love and hatred, happiness and sorrow & life and the journey. Short stories and poetry about true living i.e living through an ache and coming out of it. Want to meet my words in versatile...