I want to cling on to you
Dig my fingernails in
and maybe never let go
Some piece of you makes me
and I don’t want to let that go.
How lost I get in these stories
these dumb stories
of girls who always get that happy ending
with chivalrous men who give a damn.
How long until I realize
life is no fairy tale
The sun sets differently in my book
and happily ever after seems far from my reach
Just as I think I am done running
I find myself mid step,
halfway out the door.
How just like you it is
to sneak back into my dreams
just when I thought you’re gone for good.
To catch ahold of my subconscious
and slither your way back into my life,
Even if it’s just for one slumbering night
No. I don’t think so.
Who would want that?
I want a man to be the moon
to move my tides
to stir my soul
I want to become his sun
to be reflected in his eyes
to be buried within his aura
I want passion
something you can bite into
to be known without saying a word
all the things girls should dream about…
What if it was nothing, she asks?
It might be.
How could I know?
What if –
if he doesn’t care
if it’s only short fleeting
if he’s not the marrying kind.
All I do is smile.
He inspired poetry.
Even if we’re not something, he is.
I am drawn to what I shouldn’t have
so I am always surprised when I want
is actually good for me.
It makes me wonder
what I’m missing.