A Penny For Your Thoughts

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Poem By: Kathryn
Romance

The honest frustration with wanting to be close to someone you love and all the things we settle for trying to hold onto it. View table of contents...

Submitted: Aug 5, 2007 Reads: 76 Comments: 1 Likes: 1

I'm broken, did you know?
I mailed a secret to no one
And I'm trying really hard to find a remedy
To this madness-filled mind.
It's odd when I'm wearing black and you're wearing white
And sexy isn't the word you use.
I just want to commit a crime:
To take your breath away,
Capture your heart,
And steal healing kisses in the dark.
I'm an under-cover lover
Waiting for you to make the first move,
But I give in and move into you.
I turn the music down
Hoping that conversation will sprout,
But it turns into another carpet rubbing day.
A few more spoonfuls of food and you ask me
If I'm okay.
What am I supposed to say?

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Comments:

Sir Maz
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Your subtlety is truly mastered- I have to read your poems many times over to get a grasp for them, and then I always find new details that are rich in your story or POV.

The frustration of this one is pretty powerful- yet expressed so lightly. It makes me wonder- is it because she is so scared of loosing him that she doesn't let him know he is not giving her what she wants/ needs- and is that the same reason she doesnt express her frustration more??

But then again, this is coming from a person that has lost most of his subtlety when it comes to his own emotions...I tend to wear my heart on my sleeve regardless of what I do :}

Posted: Apr 22, 2008

Author Comment:

Expressing frustration with someone you love can be like walking on thin ice. Some people are lucky enough to bring it up, skate over it together (slowly and calmly), and nothing happens. Others, however, have the misfortune of falling through, plunging (alone) into the cold waters. This girl knew that and so felt the subject needed to be approached delicately. She was trapped on that equilibrium where she didn't know if she would be more happy with or without him. Eventually, she confronted him about it and unfortunately the ice cracked. It didn't help that he took a chisel to the ice and made the hole bigger. It was a hard lesson to learn, but she found out something important: Honesty floats and personal happiness is an oar.