I wanted to add a preface to this poem to say that out of all the hundreds of poems that I've written this still remains my favorite poem of them all. ☺️
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I am a glass of water
she sees right through me
yet nothing to her is
crystal clear.
I thought she knew me
but all my depths are
shallow to her, I fear.
--
I drown
in my own feelings
gasping her name,
but she cannot hear
that it's her
I'm calling out for
all the same.
--
I ache from words
forced to stay unspoken
until the space between us
spans out of our control,
until who we were is lost
between the gaps and gasps
of feelings she was too
naive to see and I was
too afraid to speak of.
--
What will it take
to make her see me?
to make her feel my love?
to finally become her ocean?
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About the Creator
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Sam Harty is a poet of raw truth and quiet rebellion. Author of Lost Love Volumes I & II and The Lost Little Series, her work confronts heartbreak, trauma, and survival with fierce honesty and lyrical depth. Where to find me
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"Any last words, cowboy?" "None you'd understand, sodbuster." "Funny. That's Marshall Sodbuster to you. But I meant some last nugget that would help us in the adjudication of the myriad offenses counted against you and your gang. I wasn't asking for penitence."
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Comments (4)
Lovely writing Sam! 💕
This is excellent and glad you have got a few more reads
'Spans out of our control' is the line that remains with me.
Nice poem, liked it