GirlbehindtheCounter

I’m Scared

I’m Scared of Heights

so I walk where there are no railings

I’m Scared of Spiders

so I let them walk across my mouth

I’m Scared of Drowning

so I’ve drowned, when it would’ve been easier to swim

I’m Scared of my Father

so I defy him

and in each of these things I lose my fear,

by repition

by prusing rather then being prusued

and what should be a sweet nature

is made sour by vanity

but it is the simplest thing that Scares me most

the simplest thing that will not be denied

or captured

and in this my Vanity is made shy

embarrassed at failing to make the simplest act true

but in this I am not powerless

for simplest thing is easy enough to leave

Childhood Romance Warmed Over

Have you seen my patchwork boy?

we stood 3”4 in our socks

when last we stood

He is blonde I am Brown

but our eyes are blue blue blue

everywhere we went people told us

So beautiful So Blue

such a good couple you two

But then I lost my PatchWork boy

the one with scars and blue blue eyes

and now I stand 5”3

and not only my eyes are blue

other things have grown so too

so if you see my Patchwork Boy

he’s quick to smile quick to cry

and if he’s still just blue in the eyes

don’t tell him that I lost out

to monsters such as you

Moment of Truth

Love is all about honnesty

I agree with the above statement

unfortunately honnesty for some of us is ever changing

potentially all of us

but when it comes to love

as a touchstone

it can’t exsist if you can’t stay

in one goddamn place

maybe probably likely possibly