Y o uYouYou were this enigma, this forbidden stranger,Youthful, handsome, I watched you asYou moved, so confident,Yet there was this hint of vulnerability I found so irresistible.You watched me too, but that wasYesterday. A week ago. Who cares?Yes, I wanted to see you again.You were still the enigma, but less a stranger.Yet somehow, there was chemistry, sparks, and IYielded to my feelings and where it was taking me, toYou. But that wasYesterday. A month ago. Who cares?Yes, I was drawn, like moth to flame,You were so real, I could not resistYour gentle kiss and tender touch,You seemed so strong, but just like me,Your fašade hides a deeper truth, but now, notYesterday, now we stand, together,You and I, in this certainty of us.
Wait - stopWait, stop.------------------------------------------------Wait, stop."Wake up, dammit!"Wait!"Why? I've had enough. I'm walking."Walk? Where?"Wherever the road takes me."Why?"Why? Why not?"Well, I don't want you to."Well, I do."---Washed away in a tide of emotions.Wild, turbulent.Wishing it would stop, butWhen it does, I don't knowWhere to look.What to say.Why the thought of apologizing seems soWeird. Daunting. Terrifying, even.Why the thought of being guilty,Wrong, just freaks me out.Withers my courage.While I think I know the truth, theWise always seems to know, not just think they know.When it doesn't stop, I still don't knowWhere to look andWhat to say and I'm wonderingWhy the thought of apologizing seems toWeird. Daunting. Terrifying, even.Why the thought of being guilty,Wrong, just freaks me out.Withers my courage.Why is it so?Who knows?Wait, stop! Think!Well, maybe it's just me.:fuzzys:
InsecurityINSECURITY //you don't call . I check again . I become uneasy-is this a frame? suddenly im not so sure . I checkmy sources . each conversation becomes a crumbhow easily im led . how stupid i've been . to believeu . could be loving me . you who can not be seducedby anything other than . the temperance . of needeach one facilitating the next . and suddenly I seemy place . the phone rings . you say hello . but Idon't believe you.
UnicornUndefined dreams lead to a placeUntouched by human hands where theUnicorn thrives, supreme beast in their ownUniverse, distinct horns gleaming in theUltramarine rays of the blue moon,Undetectable by sinful minds, theUnicorn is unchallenged in its beauty.
qQQueer, that's how I'm feeling, my insidesQuivering with nerves, (yikes!)Quavering, thinking of how I'm lost for words.Quelled by only my mind,Queasy, but hoping It'll turn out fine, thisQuest for a Q poem is making me feel likeQuarters of a whole that are split with a spike.
Sometimes by fuzzysSometimes I seekSugarcoated compliments.Some which make meSmile, and others that make meSigh, knowing it's just empty words,Some, if not all, untrue.Sometimes I seekSincere, unconditional love.Seemingly real and true,Sometimes not, but ISurrender to it all the same.Sometimes I seekSome form of acceptance.So that I fit it, like aSquare peg in a round hole,Sometimes hoping,Someone will like me for who I am,So that I don't have to pretend to beSomeone else, in someone else's shoes.Sometimes I seekSolitary moments.So that I can be alone with my thoughts,So that I would have space.So no one would care what I did,So I can go insane if I want to.Sometimes I seekSuperficial authority.Sterness, so that I can try toShape myself, but knowing I don't have toSuccumb, but knowing I willSway, give in.Sometimes I seekSupportive friends.So that I don't have to be so independant,So I don't have to worry ifSomething should happen to me.Sometimes I think having someone