numb

I am so numb. 

The daisies around me sway for you to come near me

but even I think the daises were paid to do such

a criminal act. 

You asked me if my lips were virgins

but you already knew the answer to that

as the actions that came

 were inhumanely intimate

that my body reacted so positively to it,

craving it now more than ever. 

Here I go again,

thinking what we become.

Everything that I write end up 

with you as my main subject

and myself as the mere third person

wonderstruck on how you talk to people

about your passions. 

Did you know you make me want to 

paint my nails a light pink colour

and make me try on pretty sundresses? 

You’ve made me see good in myself again.

I do not like that. 

Why am I numb again? 

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

A strong and honest poem. Sometime to open closed doors is scary. I like the fear and the desire in the same sentences. No weakness in the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[Deuces]

Deep, penetrating poem of how love throws our minds in infinite circles and unanswered questions. The repetition can, in face, leave us numb. Loved it.

[Savannah Bly]

You asked me if my lips were virgins
but you already knew the answer to that
as the actions that came
were inhumanely intimate

Beautiful, thoughtful and creative. A really great piece. Good job!

[ron]

Love is a hard thing to understand. I wish you were not numb. Great poem.

[Addie Santos]

Thanks Ron, you're always so lovely.

[ron]

Your welcome Addie. Ho don't start saying that someone might believe you.

[Addie Santos]

Haha, maybe so? ;) I hope you have a good day.

[ron]

You have a good day to ;)