“Missed”

“Missed” Khalilah-Yasmin
I don’t miss you, I miss who you pretended to be,
and since pretending isn’t real- I miss nothing at all.

I haven’t changed my number,  yet subconsciously wait for your call.

You see, I thought I was a dreamer, until my dream was deferred.
I thought I was a poet, until your presence created my words.

But if that was your representative, imitation of what you knew I wanted to see,
I cannot miss ‘YOU’ and who you pretended to be.

But I miss me.  I miss me before I knew that my dream could exist,
I miss being naive, I miss me being kissed.

A sincere embrace that now has become a mirage,
the colored stain glass now a tainted collage.

I thought I was awake, but I realize it was a dream,
and even in my nightmares I’m forbidden to scream.

My mouth is open, yet silent,

my body shaking like thunder.  Violent-ly…

I don’t miss you…  I guess I miss me.

3 comments on ““Missed”

  1. Thoughtful, insightful, honest. Especially loved the line: “But I miss me. I miss me before I knew that my dream could exist, I miss being naive, I miss me being kissed.” and “I thought I was awake, but I realize it was a dream, and even in my nightmares I’m forbidden to scream” For me, it speaks volumes about someone who wants it to work versus someone who is too narcissistic to love another and too self-involved to connect with someone else’s heart. Sometimes, the loneliest place of all is when we’re with the wrong person. Beautiful work.

  2. I just wrote a poem as a reflection of myself…a mirror image to what is felt when you stop loving someone else…and start again loving yourself 😉

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