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Invisible

Lowest score on the IQ test is above 60 percent,
For me, it's impossible to be attracted to the unintelligent.

I've played around with a few; Settled, for my own selfish reasons...
But in the end always let them go because my conscience
couldn't allow me to let it go any farther...
But as time goes on, waiting seems to be getting harder...

All these shallow guys wanna settle down -use me as your housemaid,
wash your clothes and watch your kids, I do it all unpaid,
free babysitting, bruh you kidding?
-suggest a domestic relationship, I ain't into that shit,
-talk about getting that raise, saving up and marrying me...

But I just can't end up with someone who doesn't meet me halfway. Someone who doesn't share my convictions, my beliefs, my passions... I can't settle anymore...

Three of you there've been now, beautiful minds, bare souls, closed hearts, you'll never know
how I've looked into your hearts and wished I could find myself there...
Such exquisite words can come from your pens.
Words written for someone else -it's just not me -again...

Reading the emotions that flow from your lips onto paper or screen is exquisite torture.
Having yearned for someone to think those thoughts about me -say those words about me -feel those emotions for me...
But they never do, the words are never for me...
I will always sit here, unaddressed, unnoticed, unwanted.

They toy with my emotions, ask me for advice, use me for a listening ear -but they never see me -is it a vice?

Invisible I stand here -always there for you, ready to jump at your call, waiting to be able to make you smile, bring you joy, ease your pain, calm your fears, do my best to clear your worries away,

but you never see me, you're too busy, you don't have the time of day, for someone you don't even know, it'll never be okay, But come what may
Bitterness becomes no one, I'll get over it.
I'll be fine.
By now I'm used to being overlooked,
I'm used to walking the line.

One day someone will find me,
One day I'll be enough and not too much,
Until then, I can only dream about his touch...
Written by Ilphdril
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