You make me so vulnerable,
just breaking all the bridges and all the walls.
But there's no compensation.
Can't you see that you make me happy?
Can't you see I give so much?
I'm sorry if this is too straight-forward,
but that's never stopped you.
What happened to the times before
when awkward moments weren't awkward?
Are those times gone?
I hope not.
I've shown you more than I've ever shown anyone.
Does that mean anything to you?
YOU ARE READING
Shut Your Eyes (February 2011 - August 2011)
PoetryI'm like an actor who forgets his lines because of stage-fright. I can't trust myself. So let my writings speak for my heart and for my head, let them say the words I can't say aloud. This is all I've got, since being quiet and contemplative hasn't...