I think I might let you go {or hold on tighter}

A poem about trying to decide if holding on to something that was never there is worth it anymore.

Would it be wrong of me
to want you?
Not in the way school
girls with their flippant
hearts want movie stars
or the unattainable sportsman.
I want you like I've been
wandering through the Amazon 
for years and I've suffered
through animal attacks
and dehydration and 
I need a map to escape.

You are my map.

I want you like
courtesans crave love.
I go about it the wrong
way and it often gets me
into tangled messes
with tears and raging 
against my heart but
I want it.
I want the pain and
pleasure and 
price tag that 
comes with loving you.

You are my addiction.

And I have kept you from
sight and memory
since Hayley's comet
visited but
the want has slipped past my
bodyguards and

become a need,
a blatant need that i 
haven't found a bandage 
big enough to cover.

Would it be wrong of me
to love you, after all
these years? 
Because you see honey,

I've forgotten the raspiness
of your voice, how your 

calluses feel underneath 

my brittle bones
and that
terrifies me.

Author's Note

What do you think of the structure? Did the narrator's plight come across appropriately? Is the descriptive language used properly?

Reviews

[Canicus]

I like this. this poem related to me a while back