It's Not Complicated.

Maybe I’ll return to normal over the summer. Maybe I’ll remember who I used to be and crawl into my old skin.

I’m feeling a little homesick.

I’ll let the sun dry out the film covering my body and peel back a new me.

I miss dreaming up beautiful boys bearing bow ties of laughter.

I used to be happy. I used to know things.

“I’m looking for myself. If I get back before I leave; let me know.”

I’m going to hang that sign on the sleeve of my heart and hope whoever dare enter the area of construction, read the words and exercise great caution.

I’ve fallen for the stupid glances of stupid boys and

read too much into attraction being just a reaction to desperation.

My heart longs for someone to love me not because they do, but because they want to, because I appeal to their liking, I am their cup of tea, the icing on the cake.

I want to be someone’s everything, someone’s reason for getting up in the morning.

I’ve never felt so desperate for attention and when I begin to receive it, I shy away like I really don’t want it,

as if it means nothing to me when it could mean the stars.

It could mean the very breath I breathe, but no. I won’t admit that!

They could pick me a p a r t, they could take advantage of me, they could begin to love me and make me fall for their evil plans. I do not want to be victim to their silly games. My pride won’t allow it. I’ve got this wall built up around me.

No one gets in and I never come out. I’d like to keep it this way. The one that means the most will break down that wall, reel me in like a fish, and take my breath away with one glance.

I’m waiting not for a prince, but for the right fishermen.

Author's Note

I just make it this way.

Reviews

[lindsay]

The opening of this drew me instantly. This is a very purposeful write yet without being to stern about it. I like the last line...like a fisherman is the right person to "hook you" I guess and keep for themselves...because when I fisherman catches a fish they are so proud and your boy should be proud to have you.

[Steve]

Hey, you can really feel the conviction in this piece, good job, and keep writing Kayla!

Steve

[Elissa; the genuine art..]

This is fantastic!
This is a very sharp write and I lovesssssss it.
"I’ll let the sun dry out the film covering my body and peel back a new me.
I miss dreaming up beautiful boys bearing bow ties of laughter.
I used to be happy. I used to know things. "
Amazing.
Keep up the great work!

-Elissa :D