• Author: Molli
• Tuesday 13th December 2005 at 7:20 am
• Category: Gelflings, Just A Theory, Love, Poetry, Relationships


• Tags: defences, fear, men, women, you

She was meaningless, wasn’t she,
or at least nothing more
than a point being made?
Your declaration of independence
Your cry of freedom
Your assertion of self.

I understand how another’s love
can feel like an immense burden
can feel like a list of obligations
can feel like a steel vault

It is not
and if it is
It is not
Love

You call it Gypsy blood
I call it fear
the same screaming red slithers through my veins
Standing still feels too much like stagnation
Standing still gives them time to draw up their lists
of obligations
of prerequisites
of promises unmet
Standing still gives the future time to catch you.

There is more ~ I know ~
You have been wandering the rooms of your home
and noticing all the cracks in the plaster.
I have only one request…

Please don’t use my heart as putty filler.

5:29pm Wednesday
6.March.2002

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