Where You End and I Begin

My melancholy gets it’s start,

when the past and it’s fragments flow

from the hole in my heart.

Night after night I think of you,

as if you’re some sort of ink

from a permanent tatoo.

So deep, you’re under my skin,

and the sad part of it is

I can’t see where I begin.

My definition gets hazy,

‘cause for a while we were so close

and now, I can’t separate you from me.

— docmaverick, Jul 28, 2007

About This Poem

About the Author

Region, Country: The High Desert, in the wild west, southern California, U.S. of A.., USA

Favorite Poets: Keates, Poe, Dickinson, and Dr. Seuss. There are a smattering of others, but why bother listing 'em all, ya know?, I also rely on a few of our poets, here....for advice, and what not. I couldn't possibly explain what a fountain of live, effective knowledge we have...right here in our midst ! To catch a glimmer of brilliance, merely visit: the Stream.

Critiques

poet_inside

18 years 10 months ago

Flowing

That is a feeling you get when two become one, a feeling that is truely called love!!! Great work here, your title, fit right along with your words. Langueage was very good , rhyming and pace I liked it.It all came together perfectly!

weirdelf

18 years 10 months ago

I really want to write this poem off as love addiction

I can't, the imagery and style are so hauntingly true. Only someone who has tattoos knows the depth of feeling you express. Maybe. Aw fuck, I hate love poems but you hit me where it hurts with this one. You bastard. Promise to strive with every fibre of my creative being to hit you back. cheers, Jess