Thinking.

Thinking.

A Poem by johnnyqueer
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I didn't really know what to call this, if you can come up with a better title go for it :D haha

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I want to see you, I need to mimic our previous
get together. I want time to fade away, and feel
like something is right. You can't relieve me of
my obsession then fade away, I don't want to go
back to my old ways. Hold me down, I'll be yours.

I am losing my mind, thinking too much.
Moving too fast, I can't help it because I
get so nervous when I think about all
the different scenarios. Rejection will just
destroy all that I've had to rebuild.

I  need to find a structure with a sturdy base,
a person strong enough not to fail me. You
confuse me with your smile, your eyes that
lead me to a dead end. I'm grown up enough
to appreciate honesty, is there a you and me?

I am losing my desire to even try at this point.
A constant up and down, circling the drain again.
Every time I'm almost completely down under,
a hand reaches to grasp and I grab it. Will you
reach when its far too late? Reach now?

I want to live in your smile, I wish you would
remove the block and show me you when I search
your eyes. Your potential keeps me searching though,
perhaps someday I will be trusted... Maybe even loved.
I'd hate to get ahead of myself though, so I'll settle for a cuddle.

© 2011 johnnyqueer


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I love the anxious feel to this write of longings for a lover. Well done..xx

Posted 13 Years Ago


Love is torment to a degree and the want and need for it a drug like none other and i know a few things bout drugs really well done have to admit more than a little empressed keep posting my friend and stay crazy

Posted 13 Years Ago



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