Saturday, February 27, 2016

Confessions on eggshells

I wanted to be with you 
Until I really saw you,
that is, until I let you in.
And then, I realized 
I didn't want to be your dream girl,
The one walking on eggshells 
within the yolk of all that I am, 
all that I was, and will be 
trying to be careful not to wake you
from the state of reality that you reside in.
I'm far too wild for that.
My favorite form of reality is love,
the altered state of it
and you, fire,
me, water, 
We start a chain reaction 
with our thoughts 
and it's never a good one;
because you say talk is cheap 
but you fail to enunciate.