(untitled- 01.07.05) [part Of Me]

I never lied, when I told you that you completed me.
That, I think, is why I hurt so badly now.
I hurt because a part of me is missing.
Before I knew you,
I never knew that part of me existed.
But in knowing you, I discovered more about myself.
And that part of me, which I never knew,
Is with you,
And will always be with you.
And because you still hold that part,
Whether you wish to or not,
I hurt.
You cannot help it,
Any more than I can,
Because you never knew that you held that part of me,
Just as I never knew that it existed.
But now I know you,
And that you- and, I fear, only you- have that part of me.
That, I believe, is the completion I spoke of.
The completion that I now am completely without.

by James Grengs

Comments (1)

I gave you a 7 because I believe the emotion is real, I felt the exact same one myself recently. I didn't rate you higher because you're not being honest with yourself.. i.e. you're not being honest in your poetry and thus you're not being honest with me, the reader. You candy coated it, don't. You're pulling punches when you shouldn't. There's an anger I can feel festering between everyone of these lines, you're not letting it out. It's an anger that makes for pure, raw, untainted real emotional passion that poetry thrives on... Good luck.