In these moments
I've been holding so high.
Setting up failure
--Inevitably.
I love to hate
loving our differences
between us and the world.
Aiming to be distinctive,
Sets in minor frustrations.
Losing my own games
and myself
playing by (y)our rules.
I long for you
to unlock
my door/heart.
But at the sound of
steps outside my window,
heart drops,
setting in fear.
Flustered with insercurities,
torn--
knowing this is not
Who I Am.
Still seperated,
living life.
Tell me
your thoughts--
life is
so unfair--
the way
my mind
is read
like your
favorite book.
The way you rationalize--
And to see things
I'm unable to realize.
I'd like to share
skin secrets
when my fingers whisper
across you.
Wrapped in negativity,
only hurts our efforts.
And that is most unfair.
These sorts of things happen
When left alone
All too often to handle. |
|
