I Am Still Whole
A poem about straight crushing.
I know
some friends
Who unravel,
some lovers
Who disassemble
When separated.
Stubborn, unyielding, selfish
Me
aches
when you are
away, elsewhere
With her
and I wander aimlessly,
looking for something, somebody
equally stimulating
challenging
hurtful
to entertain
Me.
I refuse
to unravel or disassemble.
I refuse
to crumble
Implode.
I refuse
to examine, identify
why I like you
why I miss you
want you.
Miss you
Want you
Still
I wish I could
Be
A part
Of your life
To invite you
into mine.
Until
then
I wait
to hear from you.
I refuse
refuse.
Stubborn
Unrelenting
Selfish,
because I want you
but I won’t admit
that I want you
Instead
I’ll say to myself,
“I am still whole.”
