I've been having some health issues, so forgive me if I'm not fast.|
I'm not looking for a relationship.
My favorite thing is helping people further their career in the arts.
MY SITE FOR THE PROMOTION OF THE ARTS
OTHER PLACES TO FIND ME
ANOTHER PROZAC MOMENT
The thought of sharing another Prozac moment
has me wishing to hide my confused psyche under soft down.
Lack of tolerance has combined with fear
that we will never be on the same page in anything.
The spontaneity in my personality has been quashed
to the point where trying to please is burdensome.
Love shouldn't be an inconvenience; perhaps responsibility
to include another in the passing of your day;
not a chore to sadden your spirit into turmoil.
Even as this is being written there is awareness
of another misunderstanding which will occur;
when this is only my way of mapping my feelings.
New territory with lack of all useful direction,
wishing for warm refuge as you hold me in your arms,
not a report card stating how well we did tonight.
There is no effort involved in caring for you,
it's natural, desired, sweet, memorable.
What the hell happened to push it under a magnifier?
No one need tell me my mouth works faster than my brain,
that flaw is my affliction; liability.
Why is it so hard to accept me as is?
Must everything in our lives be as scheduled as a train?
Last time I looked, the mirror said "woman", not steel,
I'm adjusting every minute of my life; have you?
Will we be able to find comfort in each other again,
or will exhaustion wear me down as you sleep in peace?
I hear the words, "I love you," contemplating us?
Is that the problem, thinking, overpowering desire?
How does one live with the fear of crossing your line?
Please accept what got your attention when we began:
neither one of us has left, there is true affection.
Time is fleeting, why are we wasting unnecessary minutes?
sjo/jazz5/12/2011/ rewritten 9/5/2012 ©2012