Open
A Poem
Is it selfish to tell
Right after it happens?
Maybe so.
But I've never been generous.
I want it for me.
Or is it to satisfy?
Don't act like it wasn't coming, because
It was.
A list of feelings
Tacked to the window.
That's like me.
Or am I that open?
If I am,
What kind of open?
Because there are different kinds
of Open.
Am I open like a door, leading
Somewhere? Or like a
vast field, not leading you anywhere.
But you're aware of the Openness.
Maybe I'm neither.
Maybe I'm none of these things,
And I won't tell and I won't tack;
And certainly never lead.
YOU ARE READING
Open
PoetryOpen: a poem by Atalaya {RoxxyLikeaPuma} (c) 2013 - - {If you want to do anything with this poem, please tell me first}