All The Wrong Questions

All The Wrong Questions

With one lonely tear-

Purposely asking the wrong questions.

I just want to know how you are?

Along with the old people, places, and things in your life then?

How are you and them, now?

School, the family, the house, the crew;

I don't want the new.

Just give me what I knew.

Even though I know

If I ask the right questions,

I'll get the right answers.

But now,

I move around them like a timid dancer.

Still you hint that there is something unfamiliar to me

Something not from the past,

Someone..

But in those moments,

I run from- how's that for a conundrum?

I also wanted to tell you how I felt-

Being so distant-

But in that time we were apart,

I gravitated towards your existence.

I also wanted to tell you how I was wrong-

Being so persistent-

With my own selfishness.

Don't speak-Just listen.

I also wanted to tell you

Nothing is or was better-

Besides how I see you-

In that time you and I weren't together.

I really just wanted to tell that "I Love You"

And doing so,

I intendedly asked all the wrong questions.

Not to get your responses,

Just wanted you to listen.

And I ended up listening

To answers that had no life

The words that were missing.

My heart's

Death

Sentence..

~Brennan Brenoso

"PoetsTruMental"