Wednesday, September 10, 2008

form of lack of sharing...
















i don't share
i don't share you
i don't share, you know?

do you understand this?
i don't share 'much'
not because i can't share
but because i don't share...
rhetoric?

you and i,

when i see
you sharing,
i can't take it
i am a bloody possessive person
'one should not be possessive'
says my head,
may be too much is at stake
i don't know
but i don't let that happen.
i feel i can't give it up
i can't give you up
i want to posses you entirely
and that's where i back out
i freeze
not you

but you and i

i am a stupidly man
i am

i get shaken
i get worried
i get jealous
i get disturbed
i get bothered
i get vibrant
i get worried
i get terrified
i get upset
mostly with myself
for being 'such'

such is
an asshole
a pachyderm
spineless
and
loving too,
i hope

well
my reluctance is a million doller baby
am trying to put to rest...

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

We ran from door to door
and yet the shadow slid away
silently
Empty handed we returned home

Anonymous said...

The broken syntax makes me think you want to say more. It is poetry of gaps...you speak more in your silences. Life imitating art then? Get your hands on this American poet, Charles Bukowski.

Anonymous said...

such powerful emotions, i would rather cherish than...suppress and reject.