So I'm afraid to get close
I'm afraid to give in to this feeling inside of me
And I will stay afraid
For awhile
I'll hold him close even while I shake
I will resist until someone sweeter comes along to sweep him off his gorgeous feet.
Someone he deserves, someone not me.
Maybe someone more beautiful [more exotic]
Maybe with a better body [smaller thighs perhaps]
Maybe someone who can take care of herself [as well as him]
Maybe someone not-so-out of touch with reality [someone who lives in it]
Someone better.
But I'll hold onto him until I have to let go. I'll be the one lying next to him naked and I'll draw constilations on his back until he falls asleep. And then I'll cry, and finally tell him I love him, but he won't hear it. He'll forget the next morning, because I might have to run away.
Forever maybe?
And I'll cry, and you won't understand, it's okay because I'm a girl. Just a stupid girl.
I can't let go [for all the wrong reasons]
But I still don't love you
I still can't love you















Comments
--
"And then I stabbed him in the eye with a pencil!"
--
Save °jark!
--
...Kristal...
"Dying
is an art, like everything else.
I do it exceptionally well"
~Sylvia Plath
--
...Kristal...
"Dying
is an art, like everything else.
I do it exceptionally well"
~Sylvia Plath
--
...Kristal...
"Dying
is an art, like everything else.
I do it exceptionally well"
~Sylvia Plath
--
Save °jark!
Previous Page12Next Page