I draw my thoughts and feelings
On your face,
Imagining they are
Your own,
/
And put such words between your lips
As you would never say;
To me
It matters not
/
That you do not exist
The way I see you:
A book in progress
I complete too soon
/
An empty canvas, which I over-paint
With meaning,
But dry paint cracks, and you emerge –
The true you I don’t know
wow, what a great poem- so clear and profound
Thanks for reading! I appreciate your comment!
Thank you for writing such a wonderful poem. I always love finding great poems – it’s not often that I come across something that really stands out like yours.
Thank you again, DT! I’m very glad you liked the poem as much as you did!
Talk about transfer(psych defense mech). This is it.
One almost always sees what (s)he chooses to see of another person. A lot of the ‘portraits’ we paint in our minds look nothing like the ‘models’ they were meant to depict.
Amazing how we attempt to create the person we desire in those we meet along life’s journey…enjoyed the poem.
We see what we want to see in other people, places and even ourselves. It’s really quite sad. Glad you enjoyed the poem, though!
This is a wonderful writing. I can feel what this is like.
Thank you for reading, Carl! What I’m trying to describe here is, I think, one of the many ways of slowly falling out of love with someone as you get to know them. I wonder if it is not inevitable.