Shapeless Glory

Reflection on the difference between passion and distraction... and how I gravitate to negative distractions.

He was here before I,

Not in body but in mind.

Planted with malice running deeper

Than my grass roots could reach. 

Hold me steady,

Hold me fast.

Grasp my intuition before it passes.

Be my solid,

Be my steady.

Be my glimmering statue of envy,

And I will reward you in all my shapeless glory.

Bend me into place,

But don’t mind the scars from the others,

The consequence of parched variety. 

Tangle your breath with mine,

I promise not to take it,

You can trust my lungs, just not my lips,

They are wasted.

Words are not needed,

Your moans echo off the vastness of

My skin, my walls, my mind. 

Turn me away,

Inquisitions in your eyes set alight.

Pull my brain taut,

Make me forget for tonight.

Author's Note

The structure kinda sucks/maybe doesn't have the best flow but I'm trying to just post more, get it out lol

Reviews

[John the Baptist]

Has the sound of one on the rebound, the worse for it, and maybe a little too eager for someone else to make it all right. "Bend me into place,/ But don't mind the scars from the others". Perhaps the speaker was too eager a number of times previously, and is desperately seeking a savior. The last line is unsettling. Things don't bode well here.

[Mackenzie Knitter]

It's actually more about how I'm constantly trying to mold myself to be someone else's "perfect person" because I don't really know who I am, in a sense. I like your interpretation though! :)

[Coyote Poetry]

Dear Mackenzie. You took the readers on a honest ride in thoughts and in emotions.
"Tangle your breath with mine,
I promise not to take it,
You can trust my lungs, just not my lips,
They are wasted."
I did like the above lines. So direct and honest. Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[Mackenzie Knitter]

Thank you so much for your feedback, it means alot! :)

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome Mackenzie.