Stuck

The complexity of ourselves and the external influences, that make us become stagnant.

Caught in the way you once looked at me in the past.

    Your eyes still hold me, I’m afraid to move.

    My heart jolts and thrashes, those eyes you gave me, I can’t get past.

A moment said enough, to leave my pages empty and I cough from the inattentive dust.

Is this just lust? Then move on, I must.

 

Trapped by this illogical pounding gush.

   I need you to love me before I let go, please see me again, you must.

     A failure I won’t accept, refusal to leave, if required a fit I’ll throw to get you to notice me.

      I won’t be left with the memory of your eyes going through me, and then just leaving me in the dust.

 

Letting go was never easy for me.

 Maybe, I won’t stop looking back (even when I agree I should leave) because I have such a compulsive need to fix certain people, particularly with such stares. Oh just that look, made me care!

Or maybe it’s all how you skewed my view of me, wanting to know what mystery you seen. Yearning to know more about me, when so few take the time to study and see.

 

Entertain my insistence; I’m interesting you’ll see. It will be settled and then my narrow focus will pan out and spread apart, moving me along, letting me see that too much indulgence in someone not there, or ready, or wanting my company, is only meant for hurting, to throw roots spiraling in attachment, before you barely know what happened.

 

Passing through, get any vibes, that may help you change, into the more that seems to be so sure

   Go back to your hope again and run wild and free.

  A girl still, with the world full of unknown corners,

   Heart exploring and tempted.

  The earth, you run around, there’s layers and layers, restless you seek more and more knowledge, feeling its shift soon to be timely, you rush to explore this new view, so many possibilities, when your feet run alone, fulfilled by every dark corner you flare.  

Author's Note

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