Pitiful Mixture of Love and Psychosis

Description (Because I didn't have enough room): Sometimes we wish to escape reality and fly away to a much better place. But what if you thought your imagination was your reality and you've been living in it for almost your whole life or so? Created from loneliness and desperation, you think you've found "the one," but the person doesn't exist. Your whole world falls apart when realization almost hits you. And you decide to end the madness by suicide. It's unfair, isn't it?...I believe the description tells a much better story than the actual poem itself. I could've done better and made it longer, but I hope this brings you at least partial satisfaction.

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I've been alone and paranoid
Your tender touch on my skin awakens me
Before you, I wonder what I've been trying to avoid
I love being with you, can't you see?

Suddenly, I began to think about things
I'm beginning to worry
What I thought was real
Images of you are starting to get blurry
What's life's deal?

I refuse to accept this
To overthink reality is a risk
I long for my lover's kiss

What my partner and I have is love
No way in...Did I make this up?
Where is the fun; the Sun?
Sure, there is much to fear
Where are you, my dear?

What are the fake truths, what are the real lies
Have I just been imagining my whole journey?
What are the real colors of the sky?

If I've been decieved
There's no point in living
In what I have actually conceived
After all, what should I believe?

I'll die with my beloved
Even if he's nonexistent
Whether or not I've been unloved
We'll escape fear, reality...Far and distant

Jamielee Cua
Copyright 2012