To Reach The City

Fool

No magic dance

No spiked tree trunk to climb

Stepping into the night sky won't light up a star

Flying away won't leave stories behind

The pages make up my wings

Keep me on concrete

Bumping my knees & bleeding

A novel tied to my ankle

A poem wrapped around my wrist

Be weary of new works from experienced hunters..it's not reliable

or so I've heard

I'm Going To Marry An Antique Salesman.. A Collector of Treasures

I'm not surprised..

but

I miss him

I miss him

I wanted him with me today

I wanted him to hold my hand

I wanted to hold his

I wanted to smell his neck

..the collar of his shirt

..his sleeve

To feel his warmth

..the texture of his hand

Experience his strength

To watch him

..learn from him

To share the day together

To get his input

This may not be so poetic..

I feel like being relatively straight..

I admire his style

I trust his taste

I look up to him in some respect

There were many "well dressed" "trendy" people today

but it was boring

They did nothing for me

Almost repulsed me to be frank

There is no depth to them

It was a disappointment to see so much of the same...the things I like.. but cheap

I respected him

He is a purist

Real

Classic

Quality made

Obviously we both care about our appearance

But it is more about us

We don't dress for a group

..for our friends

..for a crowd

..but for ourselves

I wanted to look at antiques with him

Trinkets

Clothes

Leather

Bags

Flags

I wanted to imagine our future..

A home..

A trip..

An adventure..

But a lot of this was mixed with a made up MAN

The MAN of my dreams

Which has quite a bit of him in HIM

I felt alone

&

A little sad

Crippled Horse

Pummeled by the entire situation..trapped under waves.. 

Can't open my eyes.. can't come up for air.. 

Can't struggle against the waves because I just get thrown against rocks.. 

Trapped under water I can't swim..I can't play...I can't see all the pretty fish...

Trapped under water I can't make true decisions...they are not the decision of my heart, but the decisions of the circumstance...

Caught under water my heart loses its' voice...my heart goes quiet..& my body goes limp