crocodile

an old poem reposted. inspired by a fictional character mixed with my own life, at the time.

 

           ( I )                                         ( II )

 

Funny how life works                     she's craving attention, all the time

it’s him I see                                      craving love and fear too

I think of that crocodile   

as my soul mate                                  there's more than one,

                                                               I’m sure. she is a killer, she is a

only one like that would                    lover, she is

spook me into love                             a child, oh what a child,

maybe, scare me to death                                                        she is an animal, she is                                                

or rather, kill me with fear                    a statue, a goddess

                                                                            she is, and much, much more  

I think it's only me, though,                                                    

only a stupid fantasy.       

crocodiles don't exist                                                                They wait,                               

                                                                                                     await  you, or another

                                                                                                     to kill, love, love, and                                                                                                                          love them.

and neither does love, in me.                                                   but are you

                                                                             that crocodile

it's all the mess inside                                                                they, she, I

the person inside                                                                        await?

the one who lives behind my skin                                          The crocodile of my 

                                                                            heart.........     

maybe I made her                                 

or is she just a part of me?                                                        I’d rather not ask!!

                                                                      

I’d rather not ask!!