#100 (To James, Clearer Thoughts) Poem by Medusa Waves

Faint and bleak, like the light behind us, we both sit
The bed below us, cold and cruel-waiting and taunting us with something to do
Fear has me still-erect in a lonesome place, not wanting to act
Unsure of my feelings towards you, holds me back from reacting to your thoughts
Your eyes-they analyze-and I am the target to dissect apart
I look away, worried and ashamed; I cannot give you the abundance and warmth that you have given me
This moment will pass like any other, and its that idea that keeps me from love
This girl, that is I, will not be forever-and its that idea that keeps me from you
Don't offer me the world, I could never handle such a thing-id rather slither beneath your feet
Its what I know, and feel that I reconcile with.
Misuse me, if you please-cheat and lie, and even steal my heart away
And when your done leave me with scraps, but never come back-is all that I ask
All other things that you connect me with are obscure and absurd to me-
I can never give you what you want, and can never feel the things you feel
Its this truth that always leaves me with a broken heart, but its what's true and real