Why I Hold Back

A poem with repeating theme.

I don’t want to want you
so much,
that I become a husk that is sucked in and
spat out with your breath.

I don’t want to want you
so much,
that my feet shuffle obediently
to the drum of
your irascible fingers, unsaid.

I don’t want to want you
so much,
that my mind follows the cognitive foibles
that circulate your head.

These are my weaknesses that I try not to show,
This is what I don’t want you to know.

Author's Note

Hi Friends! I have been out of the loop for sometime. I went to a very intensive writes conference on Long Island and I had a lot of work to do abroad so have not been around. Hope I did not offend anyone by not replying. Well I am back now and would love to make contact with you all again.

Brit x

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

A splendid read and write...Thank you for posting...:)

[Dayran]

In Zen ... it is said that the water in the pond does not reflect the image of the moon on purpose ... it just happens. Welcome back Brit.

[Britannia]

Thanks Dayran!