The world is asleep
And my thoughts are conflicting,
There’s no way to tell if they’re true
Or are fleeting.
My mind is opposing
Dualities are creeping
Up on my few hours
I shouldn’t be thinking.
Your eyes on me are
Burning my skin, I
Feel the heaviness of your gaze
Setting in.
The long cold embers inside
Are awakened,
My breath is unseasoned and
Steadily increasing.
I beg to be touched,
But my past keeps me planted
A foot from the
Fiery contact I’m seeking.
The distance reminds
Me of what I have waiting,
But why should we keep it from letting us
Teem and crawl inside of the orb of the new?
I never knew I would find that in you.
Still, what if I’m wrong and you’re
Only a season, in my life
Free from all lasting reason?
What if I lose what I’ve had all along,
And what if my face is all you have drawn?
How can I live with
Myself if I turn out to,
Be just a waste, that you learn of
Another evil inside of
The thoughts that conflict?
I never want to be something you miss.
Written September 21, 2010. Alaina Perez.
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