I. Can't. Stop. Thinking.
About you.
I realize that this is trouble.
My Attraction only grows for this feeling of you always in my head.
I. Can't. Stop. Thinking.
Thinking. Gets me into trouble.
My brain amalgamates all my thoughts to include you.
Our relationship is anachronistic, yet that only makes me want you more.
Our at chance meeting is an anomaly,
Like a conundrum it drives me mad.
You give me praise, I give you approval.
A round of applause for the two.
You. Are. So. Affable.
Despite the initial hesitation,
Your assiduous efforts are working.
Wednesday, August 27, 2014
Sunday, August 24, 2014
I will never call
I called and called and called
You never picked up but always returned my calls
I made the erroneous assumption that this was enough
You lay a single flower on my pillow and made the bed with you in it
I smiled and looked at you and your approval-seeking eyes
I slowly walked towards the bed and gently took the flower off of the pillow
I raised the blanket and lay under them
Now I know it was too soon
The abeyance of the conversation caused our destruction
We were and still are incompatible
I wanted you and you wanted me,
but wants change like the breeze
Reluctance to truth led to self-doubt and worry
Looking back now I see my eyes were but blurry
Adulterate any relationship and ruin its core
I won't be waiting up for you anymore
You never picked up but always returned my calls
I made the erroneous assumption that this was enough
You lay a single flower on my pillow and made the bed with you in it
I smiled and looked at you and your approval-seeking eyes
I slowly walked towards the bed and gently took the flower off of the pillow
I raised the blanket and lay under them
Now I know it was too soon
The abeyance of the conversation caused our destruction
We were and still are incompatible
I wanted you and you wanted me,
but wants change like the breeze
Reluctance to truth led to self-doubt and worry
Looking back now I see my eyes were but blurry
Adulterate any relationship and ruin its core
I won't be waiting up for you anymore
Monday, August 11, 2014
Fighting Words and double entendres
"I'll hit you."
"Stop it."
and there it begins
Hitting You with words that I would prefer to be kisses
Intolerance to real emotion that provokes those awful feelings
You hold my arms above my head as I try to break free,
free in the sense of movement,
You smile at my struggles,
yet You do not use Your full strength for fear of hurting Me in Our fighting quests of affection
Alienation in this new generation accepts short term gratifications as the realist form of relationships
I have no preference for titles and demonstrations of chivalry
Those niceties have the tendency of being for show
They become but part of Our repertoires
Take one, Take two, Take three and four,
Watch Us and We'll give you more
Your friends, My friends change us too
Negating facts do not make them true
"Stop it."
and there it begins
Hitting You with words that I would prefer to be kisses
Intolerance to real emotion that provokes those awful feelings
You hold my arms above my head as I try to break free,
free in the sense of movement,
You smile at my struggles,
yet You do not use Your full strength for fear of hurting Me in Our fighting quests of affection
Alienation in this new generation accepts short term gratifications as the realist form of relationships
I have no preference for titles and demonstrations of chivalry
Those niceties have the tendency of being for show
They become but part of Our repertoires
Take one, Take two, Take three and four,
Watch Us and We'll give you more
Your friends, My friends change us too
Negating facts do not make them true
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