My mind postpones the truth,
creating confusion and restless longing.
I live in the gap between knowing and acting,
in that gap, my suffering lives.
The truth follows me like a shadow,
yet I hesitate to turn and face it.
I am slowly fading from reality,
not gone, but not fully here.
I am just breathing and surviving,
as her weight rests on my chest.
My hands could easily push it of,
but my heart trembles to try.
I've become an audience to my own life,
watching all that is happening.
Expecting a happy ending,
not real but as a reel.
I wait for her, knowing she will not come,
My heart pains to accept,
that she is no longer in my life,
but a truth I must learn to live with.
By
**Do not judge my life based on my poems; My Poems and my life are 2 different things.
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