Dear Bobby Fisher,
All I want is a kiss. I want to kiss someone and become lost. Forget for a second where I am and what has happen. I want everything to stop and just that moment be in play. I want our bodies to melt and form and fit just right. I want to feel safe and that everything will be alright. All I want is warmth. I want that the hairs on the back of my neck not stand up when he or she come behind me. I want that I just melt and relax on there touch. I wish I was able to trust. . .
Things are falling apart. Piece by piece of me has been lost since my last relationship. I have no identity any more. My mom says she doesnt know me any more. What she doesnt know is I dont know who I am any more. . .
Im going to take it one bite of a time. Im going to take it one piece of a time. Piece by piece of me shall be collected again. If I can ever identify them. . .
They say Im special they say I can do anything. They say I got the talents. I got the looks I got the strokes I got the moves but I dont have the nerve.
To keep myself safe from others I built a wall to keep them away. I thought this wall as escape. I thought it was a way to freedom. But what I didnt know was that I had built an iron cage. At least a wall I could find a way in climbing out of. But this I had no way in getting out. Tonight I take drastic measure in getting out of this cage. I wont be locked up for the sake of being hurt. I have been hurt way too many times and its time for me to get over it and move on and just grow a thicker skin. . .
Love,
Candy
All I want is a kiss. I want to kiss someone and become lost. Forget for a second where I am and what has happen. I want everything to stop and just that moment be in play. I want our bodies to melt and form and fit just right. I want to feel safe and that everything will be alright. All I want is warmth. I want that the hairs on the back of my neck not stand up when he or she come behind me. I want that I just melt and relax on there touch. I wish I was able to trust. . .
Things are falling apart. Piece by piece of me has been lost since my last relationship. I have no identity any more. My mom says she doesnt know me any more. What she doesnt know is I dont know who I am any more. . .
Im going to take it one bite of a time. Im going to take it one piece of a time. Piece by piece of me shall be collected again. If I can ever identify them. . .
They say Im special they say I can do anything. They say I got the talents. I got the looks I got the strokes I got the moves but I dont have the nerve.
To keep myself safe from others I built a wall to keep them away. I thought this wall as escape. I thought it was a way to freedom. But what I didnt know was that I had built an iron cage. At least a wall I could find a way in climbing out of. But this I had no way in getting out. Tonight I take drastic measure in getting out of this cage. I wont be locked up for the sake of being hurt. I have been hurt way too many times and its time for me to get over it and move on and just grow a thicker skin. . .
Love,
Candy
thirty:
Thick skin's per requiem for survival...too bad it isn't easier to come by.
rickroyal:
A professor of mine used to show a bunch of prose poems that were from a workshop he did once. The prose poems were letters to the poet John Berryman, who committed suicide by throwing himself off of a bridge. Amazing prose poems. This reminded me of them.