In Abandoned Found

In Abandoned Found

In Abandoned Found

I found myself drawn to intelligence
Wondering of a man that can handle his
When I come around with my own
That I will be friends with and sometimes
Be attracted to the tick-tick-tick
I know how to witness, unless
Your own self-talk is damaged
To the point it leaks out upon me
Because I will not have such
From my own thoughts let alone outside
If you cannot handle my simple questions
To find boundaries, politeness, or understanding
Of the tick-tick-tick you hold closer
Then leave me to be, because this is
Me, a questioner, analyzer, and I
Have done that about you if you fear
Already I know you have worth and
A great mind if you get passed your own
Mind field of what a man should be
Because I already know you are
A moody-fucking-bitch and accepted it
As a man, because any man can feel
And to feel that deeply is brave
Even it you struggle to know
What to do with all that, that filled you
A strong woman can show you if
It is not dismissed in demeaning remarks
Of hormones are the only answer
When passionate defense of boundaries shows

Remembering all the barking and flirts
As nature keeps you feeling good
I suspected less of a bite, perhaps is
Yet, next day, such pain still lurks
In my heart as if you only just ripped
The bounds of trusted friendship from
For I did not know to guard because
I stay open until retreated, yet still
Open there, because despite what I've been
Through, I know life is in my open heart
As you thought me timid and judged me
So, you executed my bravery upon you
For my heart can feel and it will keep
Feeling as I analyze another's self-understanding
Whether to become or remain hidden
Or leave me left here, with self-respect
My interest in the kindness he teased
Remains my curiosity as to what's
Hidden inside these grumpy men, when grumped
Is it only bark because I felt the teeth
The first time I've known no age
Or stars upon his birth, yet older
And I still followed like lost feral kitten
Wondering how I was going to
Get any work done with pulling interests
In a world I wanted to know, yet
I retreated to making characters instead
Because the real of these men, betray
And somewhere I know they don't have to

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