Mixed Messages
You pick me up and hold me close,..like you fear I will run away if you don't hold on to me tightly..
Every kiss is preceded by a gentle quest for permission,
..as though if you did not ask gently I would turn on you..
and moved upon swiftly
..as though stolen moments you will never have a chance to repeat..
I..
am not surprised
She said my voice changed, became softer, when I spoke to him
In my mind I throw all I can find at him
yelling at him for his betrayal
for his empty promises
his wishful thinking
his settling for me
When I gave
everything
He was broken when I found him
I thought he was healing
Now
left by him
I fear I am too broken
to give myself to you
Let's not talk about it
please!
Don't ask me how I am today
Don't notice how torn I am today
we cannot bear the answers yet
..just keep holding me close..
Poetry by SecretWords
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Written on 2011-06-15 at 20:07
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