Tuesday 10 November 2009

And I'm scared to say it!
Me!
To fit in with every single time my thoughts have time to dance
then
I should do it, say it, try it, be as
ballsy as he likes to think
I Am.

Messy, bloody; ripping up things
that aren't mine to rip.
I can't watch those pieces being made because
even though my jigsaw wants to stick his back together, to be his,
(so much! so, so much!)
what if I never get him back.
?
as anything
?
hey?
wanting to stick his [pieces] back together but never getting [him] back.

Even though every pore is wanting to soak
up the rays of him
it's un-do-able. do-able. i am able. i am un-able to do it.

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