Mannella
03/20/07, 05:14 AM
Call me cliche. But I didn't dream this shit up. I met a girl online. And we met in person. And this poem marks the result of my behavior.
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Ashamed. To Say Goodbye
It was dark.
And the crowd in my living room was gone.
Except for us. And empty space.
Your sneakers by the door simply waited.
And your finger traced my arm.
I wanted to cry out. And save us from trouble.
But what began as a nervous touch
flew into ragged breaths and knocking lips.
And the empty space was passion.
Bitterness from my past, waiting to be released.
From yesterday to tonight, an infusion of molten mouthes.
I've never kissed anyone. With everything on the line.
But I did.
And a long fingernail drag became heightened sensation.
Like slow, mesmerizing resignation
disguised as sexual tension.
Oh, I've fucked it up.
Your lips, pressing, chasing, sucking, defeating, reminding.
But we turned the corner before the cliff.
And before I fall into your arms again, I must digress.
This simply won't do.
I've only just met you yesterday.
Add me to your list of fools who flew the coop.
You'll thank me in the end.
Don't blink twice. Don't cry. Just sing.
Save yourself for someone steady.
And blame this. On my insecurity.
Or my disguised sense of chivalry.
Just forgive me.
I caught myself playing with fire.
--
Ashamed. To Say Goodbye
It was dark.
And the crowd in my living room was gone.
Except for us. And empty space.
Your sneakers by the door simply waited.
And your finger traced my arm.
I wanted to cry out. And save us from trouble.
But what began as a nervous touch
flew into ragged breaths and knocking lips.
And the empty space was passion.
Bitterness from my past, waiting to be released.
From yesterday to tonight, an infusion of molten mouthes.
I've never kissed anyone. With everything on the line.
But I did.
And a long fingernail drag became heightened sensation.
Like slow, mesmerizing resignation
disguised as sexual tension.
Oh, I've fucked it up.
Your lips, pressing, chasing, sucking, defeating, reminding.
But we turned the corner before the cliff.
And before I fall into your arms again, I must digress.
This simply won't do.
I've only just met you yesterday.
Add me to your list of fools who flew the coop.
You'll thank me in the end.
Don't blink twice. Don't cry. Just sing.
Save yourself for someone steady.
And blame this. On my insecurity.
Or my disguised sense of chivalry.
Just forgive me.
I caught myself playing with fire.