Sneak Attack

This poem speaks of the battle between you wanting to give to love, but not wanting to let go of your pride. Enjoy.

I’ve been blank for a while.

I smile,

Only to mask my confusion.

Chaos is where I live.

A city where

I

Am not known by my true name.

But by image.

You can see

The

Lonely love

that

Can’t be given

Because

 its too precious.

It can't be touched

or felt.
Closed in a glass box

Only to be seen,

yet

I can feel it's coming to the surface.

It's slowing consuming my pride.

 

I

can't seem to stop it.

Pushing and pulling.

Fighting and screaming,

but

it's still coming closer.

Closer to where it is

no longer caged.

It's going to debut

"Story of a fool"

featuring Me.

Yes me.

The hopeless romantic.

Hopelessly romantic

even when its clear;

I shouldn't be.

Serenaded with wishful thinking.

Cascading my

Love poems.

My sultry voice

Now activated.

My pride is losing

And my

Overly warm and fuzzy nature

Winning.

 

How did this happen?

I swore I hit the off button

To my heart

Not allowing it to love again.

Taking residence in the

Chaos

of being broken

And

Being fine.

I can’t believe

He

 snuck into my mind

Like a ninja.

He avoided all the alarms

And boogey traps,

And turned her back on.

The lights slowing gaining

The ability to shine

And

The freezing temperature

Beginning to warm.

 I never saw it coming.

 

I have been

Bamboozled,

Tricked,

Scammed.

You weren’t supposed

to

Mend my heart.

Only make conversation,

Maybe share a park bench sometimes.

Yet now I’m a living Disney movie.

Singing and dancing

with no real cause

besides it just seeming like the right time.

Ugh!

 

You have hidden

 in the crevices of my heart

so I cant

Erase your memory.

 You keep turning the light back on.

And I’m sick of it!

Then I kinda like it,

And then I’m over it,

Because you did that annoying thing.

Then I have hearts in my eyes,

For that every same thing

Because only you do it.

Distinguishing you from the rest.

 

I’d like to do that.

Rest my mind,

But that means giving in.

That’s definitely NOT HAPPENING

And you just smile.

Knowing or hoping,

I’ll

stop fighting

because

you’re running out of excuses

 for

why you have a black eye.

Your pride that is.

 

I’ll go kicking and screaming

Before I’ll admit

That I actually;

Well maybe;

Umm possibly.

Here it goes.

Nope

Not today.

 

Author's Note

Hello All. This has been a long time coming. Let me know what you think. :)

Reviews

[Broken Wings]

Really emotional write here, I can relate to this, perfect timing, you wrote pretty much what I have been feeling lately. I love this. Too many broken hearts, men seem all the same, only after one thing- to break it again. Then someone else comes along... he seems different, but you want to stay defensive in your bubble in case your mistaken, you like it... but your fearful and with good reason, but your heart starts to change like the interchange of season. Beautifully done my friend. That was just my interpretation and I hope that whoever it is, he is different.

[Broken Wings]

I just turned my comment into a small write haha thank you for the inspiration and for expressing some feelings that I have right now.

[Rita L. Sev]

I really like the way this piece reads. Those short lines have a great impact. Love and pride - sometimes seem more at opposite ends than love and hate.

Nope. Not today...

Such stubborn reality in this ending. You poured a lot of truth into this write - well done!

[S. Overstreet]

Thank you very much. Yes, love and pride are on opposite end. I'm not sure when I'll give in, but I'm sure it'll be interesting when I finally do.