I wrote this 02/07/04
Frantic
You’re blue eyes are there,
watching me,
yearning for me to discover the soul lurking behind that beautiful pair of spun corn silk.
You long to reach out and touch me,
touch me to help me.
touch me to teach me everything.
You want to take me to new heights I have only dreamed of.
I want to grasp onto the façade of ecstasy,
and be held captive by your ever-watchful gaze.
I don’t know how,
but I know you are not here to help me.
You’re not here to teach me.
The new heights are not real.
You want me to believe I will be happy with you,
to trust you with my whole being.
I know I can’t.
The red light in the back of my head is flashing frantically on and off,
warning me you will only hurt me.
You’re blue eyes are there,
watching me,
yearning for me to discover the soul lurking behind that beautiful pair of spun corn silk.
You long to reach out and touch me,
touch me to help me.
touch me to teach me everything.
You want to take me to new heights I have only dreamed of.
I want to grasp onto the façade of ecstasy,
and be held captive by your ever-watchful gaze.
I don’t know how,
but I know you are not here to help me.
You’re not here to teach me.
The new heights are not real.
You want me to believe I will be happy with you,
to trust you with my whole being.
I know I can’t.
The red light in the back of my head is flashing frantically on and off,
warning me you will only hurt me.