Curious Peepers

After a break up 2 years ago I was rejecting boys left and right... no matter who asked...The answer was I don't date Written 5/21/13 http://www.poetrysoup.com/poems_poets/poem_detail.aspx?ID=479708

I don't understand how they 
are seeing through me like 
glass.

Poking their heads around 
corners trying to see into my 
past.

Trying to cover  up my  
insecurities and fears with a 
little sass.

But they see it... they see me, 
wondering how long I can last.

They speak sweet words and 
capture my desires.

But it's dangerous to think of 
them to be anything but liars.

Too many of them are lurking, 
like little admirers.

Tip toeing, poking, tearing at 
me like animated pliers.

I deny my fear and just pretend 
it's that I don't care.

But mane the truth doesn't 
disappear, me admitting this is 
rare.
Hold me, cradle me, I want 
affection so much.
I want to feel secure and safe 
from someone's touch.

Physically and emotionally I'll 
push people away. 

Don't touch me, don't look 
through me, I'm fine... I'm 
okay.

However, they see a hurt child 
behind my aggressive attitude

And I feel vulnerable when they 
can tell I'm holding back with 
such magnitude.

They want to get close and 
make everything okay.

Well, I won't trust them, it's 
just something for them to say.

They know I crave their 
affection, they know I want to 
trust.

But as much as I want to, I 
can't... so it's their hearts that 
get crushed.

Author's Note

Honest opinions are always welcome.

Reviews

[Roger Turgeon]

The front we hide behind can often be seen through....but that doesn't make it any easier to drop. Nice write. I enjoyed the flow.

[Angel Criner]

I suppose that's true.
Thank you.