the years of me

when i look at her i see
the past three years
of me.
with awkward self-doubt
short skirt
inward, untelling mystery.
hands that used to sweat
next to yours
and the way i'd fall asleep
just listening
to their words.
shoes scattered on the floor,
and the night
i broke the wardrobe door.
coffee cup abandoned
to the raging storm.
maybe if i stopped wondering,
why there are parts of me
i don't give away
to the men that come calling
at my door
in a late-night, wanting
asking
for just a little bit more.
and just threw myself away.
to have my soul
as well as my body.
when i can hear their heart beating
but i can't see it
can't feel it.
you bring me closer
to what i need to say.

Reviews

[Sweet_pale_cacophony]

Such a lovely intricate weaving of words.