~.y.o.u.~
you.
i know you.
but i don't.
i think of you.
all the time.
when i see laughing couples strolling by, hand in hand. i see them everywhere, these people in love, arms around each other, eyes meeting, wordless meaning in them. they can hold conversation with just their eyes alone. a glance, a touch, a smile.
it hurts watching them. knowing i don't have that. i want it. i want it so badly, my heart reaching out of my chest then clenching painfully back at the emptiness it finds outside. cold loneliness.
i need you. i look for you, my head turning swiftly when i think i see you. a shadow, a spark of recognition, glancing past my peripheral vision. but you're never there.
there's that shrinking sharp pain when i think of it, escalating from the constant dull ache resting just behind my ribs. expanding and pounding ruthlessly against the walls i thought to build around it. seeking an escape, creeping stealthily around my defenses. God, it hurts.
when i find something that amuses me, and i look up to share it.
but there's no one there.
and my smile falters, my heart falls, my mind flinches. i can't scream. but inside..inside me a torrent of voices, a stormy tempest, rages and batters against it's frail shell.
i don't know how much more i can take. how long i can keep pretending.
and i close my eyes, thinking, hoping that when i open them again, you'll be there. but reality reigns and practicality persists, and i keep them closed, knowing that there's nothing. alone. curled in a fetal position, shivering in the bitter, cold wind howling in my ears. my head in my hands, attempting to shield it from the painful, cutting ice.
and i thought i felt your fingers through my hair.
but no, it was just the wind, whipping it out of the normal constraints i put it in. it lashes out, stinging my cheek, pain intensified from the cold. wild and unbound. not free, not quite.
ah control. what i fool myself into thinking i have. the boundaries and rules i impose on myself, all to convince myself of the control i have, over my feelings, my actions, myself. over my life. lies. all of them. but to who? the world? myself? i don't know.
a desolate sigh escapes me, a pale reflection of the soul-wrenching scream that echoes in the battered walls of my mind.
i swear i felt warm fingers brush against my cheek.
tenderness? i laugh disbelievingly. no. it's just a dream. you're just a dream.
after all how can you see what isn't there?
how can you feel what isn't real?
how could i know you, if we've never met?
how could i want you, need you, love you, if you don't exist?
i'm so tired. not the temporary blurred eyes and dull mind but the bone-deep weariness that permeates my entire being, dragging me down, ever so slowly.
i need you. and i keep telling myself you're not real.
the knowing look in your eyes. the special smile, that only i see. the feeling of your hand, reaching for mine, pulling me towards you. the strong arms wrapping me tightly in an encouraging embrace, forming a warm sheltered cocoon around me.
but the only time i touch you is in my sleep.
how can i miss you, when you are not mine?
but you're still the only one who feels like home.
you.