Selfish

broken hopes in fear of broken hearts

I feel you everywhere,

what you do, where you are

and especially where you're not

A part of me, apart of me

You hide, and yet

its your dark eyes that burn 

Holes

through mine

whenever you look my way

You know,

 the boldness, and fearlessness

is just a facade

I'm afraid of you

You'd grip, grasp my life

build me up, Define me

the way you already do

But

I can't even give you

the glances

hiding behind my eyes

steal them

because, even if it's a

long term

Investment

of enchantment,

right

Now,

I can't give me to you.

I can't give me to you.

Not when

I'm all that I have.

Reviews

[Angela]

Haunting. a potential story of loss.

[Roseanne W.]

"I can't give me to you.
Not when
I'm all that I have." ---such a truth, wonderful conclusion, i reread this poem many times, still not sure what exactly to write, I love it, sorry this isn't a better comment, I'm adding this to my favorites.

[Dane Osborne]

Smartly well done and it has an addictive flow. Kudos

[roarke]

strong inner monologue here. The repetition with subtle variation ignites this piece, like breath to flame. the last four lines a great realization/summation. Good stuff.