Too Young To Fight It
(Circa March 2007)
I had a great idea awhile back..
Hiding my heart.
I hid it between my mattresses so it wouldn't get broken.
(I figured it was safe there)
But every time I brought a girl home she always found a way to break it.
I should have just left it where I had it back in high school.
In an old shoe box.
I had it there for years and no one ever found it.
(But I am...
Still looking for her.
For someone.
For anyone, I'm just not sure she's out there.
I'm not asking for much.
Just somebody who sees the pointlessness in life, and still keeps their purpose in mind. I want somebody who has a tortured soul.. Some of the time.
I want somebody who will either put out for me, or put me out of my misery.
Or maybe just put it all to words and make me say
"You know I never heard it put that way."
I want someone to confuse me.
Somebody who can hold my interest, hold it high and never let it fall.
Someone who can flatten me with a kiss that hits like a fist
Or a sentence that stops me like a brick wall.
Because if you hear me talking, listen to what I'm not saying.
If you read my poems, read what I shouldn't have to write.
Don't ask me to put words to all the spaces between the words you should already know!
In fact if you have to ask, forget it.
Do and you'll regret it.
I'm tired of being the interesting one.
I'm tired of having fun for two.
Just lay yourself on the line and I might lay myself down beside you,
But don't sit behind your eyes and wait for me to surprise you.
I wont.
I just want somebody who can make me scream until it's funny.
Make me smile until I cry.
I want someone who can twist me up in knots and untie me before bed.
I want someone who's not afraid of me or anyone else.
I want someone who's not afraid of themselves..)
Am I asking for too much??
