Posted on Monday, June 13, 2011

this is how i'm feeling
it's creeping
getting all twisted up inside
no surprise
it's been years since i heard this sigh
still misreading the signs
you got miles to go
you never know
or see it coming
the humming
it's mind numbing but real
to be a third wheel
this is what it feels like
to be liked
with limits and rules
i am no fool
(but he still fooled me)
no, not used me
(not in the traditional sense)
i thought it meant something 
a feeling that hope brings 
divisible by three
that's him, her and me
and a ring of promise
that never gets its day to shine
i'll have mine
... i think.
all green eyes and alibis
late night war cries
i think it's over
for now
until the next late night call
back against a wall
with promises and what ifs
stomachs that twist
with the thought of being truly alone
i wonder
and read between lines
the silence between cries
all distance and timelines
for instance, the time's right
to act out the feeling inside
under no guise
but truth
Shakespeare warned me
'tempt not a desperate man'
that was never the plan
unable to resist a held out hand
i am with Mercutio when he said
'if love be rough with you, be rough with love.
Prick love for pricking and you beat love down'
not giving up the search until it's found