Not a Poem

Where to begin?

Sometimes, there are things you keep beneath the surface
Hidden from not only the world, but from yourself..

(I wish you were still hidden)

You hide these things because if you see it for what it really is..
It just might change everything

5 reasons to say no. Five valid reasons. 5 huge reasons.

I want to say yes.

It's changing. Barely knew, friends, want to know everything.

You make me feel.

My eyes betray my thoughts, my feelings. You read me like a book.

Scared. Excited. Nervous. Crazy. Bad. Loved. Wanted.

So hard to make my thoughts form into something that actually makes sense.

You are wrong, bad. Right, so good.

I want. so much.

Anyways.

If I didn't laugh, I'd cry.

This is crazy. You with your baggage.

Me with mine. You don't even know my baggage.

I convince myself to end it. (one more night)
And then I see that question mark.

I tell myself it won't happen.
and then your lips come too close to mine.

I think I can do without.
and then I go a day without hearing your voice.

and I can't think of anything else. Your eyes. Your hands.

i m?ss you

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Not a poem.. just the way things work inside my head.

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allets's picture

Successful Non-Poetic

That is what defines great literature, the absence of too my time passing between thought and writing it down so that it is uncompromised by too much analysis - pure poetry flows without intent or too much purpose outside it's right to be written - as you have done in Not A Poem - be well, allets


 

 

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Thank you for such a

Thank you for such a wonderful compliment.