Love-Me-Not

I am not deserving.

Quaking with a rhythmic sort of indecision.

Fearful palpitations pitter pat

Standing toe-to-toe in tight quarters

with the steady lull of my heart.

 

Calm betrays a wobbling lip, sweaty palms, frayed nerves, forced laughter"

It’s silent in this cavern of a heart.

The knockings and the footfalls;

What’s perceived as indifference has never been

Indifference.

 

Unsightly and still quaking, growing clumsily over you,

Growing clumsily over me,

Growing clumsily over everything.

There’s far too much room for uncertainty for me to be certain about you.

Me.

 

Warmth was brief but all consuming.

Words were sweet but all deluding.

Season’s end came far too soon.

Just like that.

 

In absence I’ll feel for you without restraint;

In presence, I’ll stand with restraint.

Scattering misplaced feelings at your fingertips

But more honest truths, hard to reach, of you and I

Just at your feet.

 

Believe me when I tell you

I am not my worth.

Believe me when I show you

I am not my worth.

Believe me when I leave you"

And then forget

 

I implore you.

Is it wrong for me to do that sort of thing?

“Implore.”

Yet here I am without restraint imploring you"

Love me

not"

But not me.

 

There’s far too much room for uncertainty.

Believe me even when I don’t tell you

You’ll get hurt, you silly thing.

Author's Note

I'm sorely out of practice as I haven't been on this website in about 2-3 years. I quit writing here.... or anywhere really.. around my freshman year. I'm not sure if my writing style has changed but I'll be re-adding my works from my previous account here at some point.

I intentionally left out a lot of words that probably would've made certain sentences clearer but the entire point... the speaker is trying to make is that nothing is clear.

Everything is uncertain for her.

I'll post another when inspiration strikes I suppose....

x Summer

NOTE: Somethings really don't change. The random " was supposed to be an em dash that never carries over.

Reviews

[The XYZ Writer]

My dear, obviously your definition and my definition of "out of practice" are worlds apart.

Your poems have a hooking feeling to them, but the word hooking sounds harsh. It's more as Breeze said, alluring, draws the reader in slowly without them knowing when. The content always makes me think and I take my time with your poems, reading them over a couple times to get a grasp at what you meant, although I probably never even reach very far.

Keep them coming.

[Summer'sBreeze]

Sorely?...my word, Summer, you had me grasping at each beautiful lyric.
Even when you said that you left out some words, I still saw the meaning/message behind it.

And the flow...Wow, I can't describe your flow other than graceful and alluring. I've noticed it's always been your style, and can I just add that it has improved so much since I last read something from you.

I'm horrible at giving poems the proper reviews they deserve (especially this one), but I really enjoyed this write of yours. I hope to see more in the future when the inspiration hits! :D