My perspective, her perspective
always diverging, a bipolar whirlwind
of two hearts on a straining bungee cord
pulling in opposing directions, circling…
She blames Mother Nature on my hesitations
it is not my heart that hesitates, however…
the mind wants logical, mathematical certainty,
there is none when love is on the line…
and I could easily love her…
if she just wasn’t so much more mature than me!
But that is getting back to my perspective,
or Mother Nature…
but let them both be damned… do I want her?
Badly… oh, so badly…
perfection holds me back…
Her thoughts whirl away on errant tangents
because of this, because of me…
her mind… construing frames of possibilities
when one kiss will bring them all crashing down…
me crashing down…
and I wander when she is not here…
and I wish she was.
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Well, the she in my poem was his mother...lol. We had a heart to heart. I don't believe in fairytales, but I do believe if you have two people willing to compromise, and make things work there can be happy endings. Things in our past make us build walls, and sometimes they come down, only to shoot back up again. Today, we struck a nerve. A cord of somekind, I don't know. I think it's all going to be okay. Thanks for your response.
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his mother! well, just goes to show you what frame of mind the reader will bring/build... (and always good to have his mother on your side)...
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