This is an unrelated post to the previous one, but I was looking through my old writings and thought I’d add this one. I don’t write a lot of poetry, but it was very cathartic at the time and still is now.
I want you in my life,
But I know it would be my undoing.
With you I am uncontained,
Flexible, free, illogical, not myself.
I like it.
You’re the part of me that’s missing
Spontaneous and exciting.
Sometimes I think you’re like me,
Then I realise you can’t be,
You complete me.
But I am the car and you are the dog,
If you get what I mean.
When you catch me,
You don’t know what to do with me,
You leave.
I think I confuse you,
I’m so open and straightforward.
I know who you are
And I love you anyway.
You don’t like that.
My internal battle rages on,
It’s with me every day.
To be myself, or to be yours,
I’m not sure how to do both.
It kills me.
I know where you are,
I want to go see you,
But you know where I am,
And you don’t come to me.
Am I stupid?
I need to move on
Forget what you did to me
How you changed my life forever
But I don’t think I can.
I’ve always loved you.
© Catastraspie, 2012.
(soft ) Rock and Rollers (Photo credit: Rongem Boyo)
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