All too often are you wandering in my mind.
I can’t listen to my favorite bands because you’ll be there.
Always making me wish you were near.
I can’t take a walk without having your image standing next to me.
Would it be wrong to say that I can’t live without you?
Would it be disappointing to say that sometimes it drives me insane?
I’d be lying if I said I didn’t love you.
I’d only be wishing I was lying when I say that you’re everything.
I want to close my eyes and see only black.
I want to open my eyes and only see my surroundings.
But you’re always there.
Every time I blink, your image is there.
Every face I look into, I only see yours.
This insanity is wrong.
These images only seem wrong.
So, I’ll ask you once…
Does it seem right that you’re the only person I dream of?
Does it feel right to have me near you?
Is it right to only love you?
Author notes
To explain the title: In the poem, there are a lot of questions...and those are "his questions." Not to me, but more just himself...it's like an aura I suppose. The light that surrounds us. So, the questions are his aura.
If you asked me who this is about...I wouldn't be able to tell you an honest answer. If you asked me who I was thinking about as I wrote this, still, I wouldn't be able to tell you an honest answer... It just happened.
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