Dust — Lovesick Poetry

Today I am sharing a poem about fantasizing about someone you can’t have and then fearing they find out. The imagination is a powerful thing…


Doubts and questions stew,
nerves boil in my belly.
I watched your every move.
Is my secret now transparent?
A passionate scandal
fabricated in the depths of my imagination –
a few scattered fragments
barely sewn into reality.
A lover just out of reach disappears.
I fear rejection.
I fear the unknown.
Mountains turn to dust
and blow away –
I feel a deep loss
for something I never had.
Let me pick up the pieces
of my very real heart.
You meant the world
when all along it was nothing.


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