Is he...?

I love thinky poems. This is one of myne.

Is this really him?

I've spoken, I've laughed,

I've seen, and I've understood.

But still those thoughts linger in my shy little mynd;

Is this really him?

...

Is this really not some ruse to arouse or to rape?

To provide my flesh as a present all wrapped up in tape?

Is it to see me hurt and on fire??

To see me drown and to scream at the bottom of the mire?

I don't know what will happen,

or what will come to be,

but I must try and trust him,

and try to trust ME.

<(_  _)>

 

Author's Note

"Mynd" is spelled that way intentionally. Tell me what you think.

Reviews

[Sagela]

This seems like you are fighting yourself. Your thoughts and emotions are colliding and causing confusion. But you are brushing off your thoughts as paranoia and going with your emotions of lust. I like this. It gives meaning to me as a personal experience. Good job!