Dead To You

 
I feel that I am invisible to you.
It's as if I do not exist in your perception;
That I am too constant, like the eye color blue;
Or even a boring AP US. History Lesson.
That I only exist for a millisecond.
 
You never great me when we intercept;
Not even a simple smile to let me know
that you agknowledge my presence-
It's as if you do not appreciate me,
That I am Nothing.
 
I have written many poems of affection,
but this is by far the most complicated;
For you are a Dream, a Fantasy:
Handsome with angelic features,
Intelligent and Compassionate.
Everything that I ever drempt of.
But I am Dead to you,
And it  pains me to my  
heart and through.
 
Zoë LeeaNora Holdsclaw
         2/17/13