I wanted love more than I wanted friends
That's what you said was important
Love? Love, what does it mean?
Watching every show end in happy ever after
Wondering when,
When will it be my turn?
At eight love is what you see on tv
At twelve love is what my sister's were exploring
At fourteen love had fled
I could not find it in the walls of
The apartment.
Obsession in its first form
Seeking, grabbing, playing by their rules
If my heart could see it wouldn't be proud of me.
Half-shaved head, a scared little kid.
Wanting to be seen and noticed
But never touched.
My heart is lonely
I cannot breathe
My heart is aching
I cannot see
My heart, it's aching and screaming
Someone pull it out of me.
Bang your head and talk to yourself
You can drown it out,
The screaming after safety patrol,
The pounding in my head as I pace the school yard,
You can drown it all out.
The only hands I'd ever held were in friendship.
Possess me and make me right
Tell me what to do when someone is interested
If I had just gotten it over with maybe,
Then I could do it now
Make me right, but please
Do not touch.
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Poems From The Heart
PoesíaA series of poems about myself, love, and fear. It seems monsters lurk around every corner of life.