Injustice

Walking in the summer heat I think of you. A cozy balminess laces my body as tears fill my soul. They haven't yet reached my eyes but they weigh on me as words can't describe. I fight the urge to collapse...here where I stand, I fight the urge to voice the injustice I feel.  It hurts, to deny myself.  It pains me to question the truths I believe.
Walking in the summer heat, tears tug at what's left of my self control. I miss you and want nothing more than to feel you in my arms. I hate you and wish you would disappear from my fondest memories.  I can't live with out you as I watch lovebirds coon together, my life will never be complete with you as you tear me in two beyond my control.
Walking in the summer heat, tears run down my cheeks, as I try in vain to hold myself. A pit fills my stomach and I wonder wholeheartedly, if there is a path for us.  Question whether this feeling that sends my heart to swell, is my imagination protecting me?  Is this real?  Why do I fight a feeling I dream of?  Or are dreams simply that.  The thoughts and reality you wish for, never to touch in the most perfect day.

Walking in the summer heat I cry.

-N