Being ChristinaA Poem by TopazHello, God, it's me Chrissy-- are You there? I have decided that my life is good -BUT- I just can't come to terms with being Christina. I know, everyone is a work of art --a one of a kind-- I am pretty sure You broke the mould when You created me. But why is it that I just keep making the same dumb mistakes?? Wanting things to be different, yet running back to the same myths, "myth-conceptions" and unrealized expectations The same emotionally un-available lovers The same Players The same Heartbreakers I love the Mystery I love the mental challenges but why can't I be happy with someone nice, someone pleasant, someone BORING Plain Jane and dependable. What is it about me that needs the mental challenge that some of these lovers present? I'm just askin, God, cuz you made me. Answers that will remain hidden as I kiss my Mysterious Lover, knowing full well that I will be nursing back to health that part of me that insists on loving the Unavailable. My Lover for Today, and stocking up beer and bandages for tomorrow.
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2 Reviews Added on April 14, 2013 Last Updated on April 14, 2013 AuthorTopazFLAboutI have not been doing so much writing as I should. I hope to return to my happy place. more..Writing
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