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A Duvall Nov 2013
weakened by the lack of you
my heart needs to take a step back or two.
my idea of happiness begins and ends with you.
but your frightening downsides
which, like land mines-
create a wisely hesitant mind
that tells me not to take a chance on you.
and god, i've been trying to trust my gut
but every time i see you
my ovaries override and interrupt.
shucks me back into this same old rut
and that's just female luck.
see, i'm to cautious and to conflicted
too self conscious and restricted
and overall i'm afraid you feel inflicted
by my extreme addiction.
this was actually three separate poems i ended up mashing up together.
A Duvall Nov 2013
you've become my habit.
my searching glances for your face
strain for any emotional trace
there's now a sinking in my chest
where my heart used to flutter
i really think it would be best
if we put this love to rest.
A Duvall Nov 2013
why are you acting like a stranger?
we're stagnating, and id wager
that if you had the chance
you'd erase this fumbling dance.
erase it from your memory
and from history
why i'm drawn to you is a mystery.
we never really had a chance.

were so completely different
and i'm trying to forget you.
what more do you wish of me?
we never really had a chance.
A Duvall Oct 2013
i've been caring about this too much.
thinking about you too much.
but i don't love you enough
because i've never once
had enough spine
to consider your feelings
and confess mine.
A Duvall Oct 2013
don't take offense
if none was intended.
don't take offense.
let your feelings bend.
don't show defense.
let the issue end.
if you have anger.
no one has to know.
emotions create danger.
please let it go.
if no one else can cure it
don't let it show.
harsh feelings infect and spread
so no one needs to know.
i think im an emotional stuffer and a pacifist or something.
A Duvall Sep 2013
-maybe your over-thinking, maybe your depressed.
maybe its anxiety, maybe its stress.
maybe its sadness or maybe its a death.-
hes withdrawn, acting like hes dead.
his eyes see nothing but he numbly nods his head.
im tired of worry i want love instead.
this boy is trouble, broken and distant.
this boy is confounding though my feelings are insistent.
i don't want to feel. i don't want to care.
his eyes have stopped seeing through their stare.
hes sick, mind and soul.
i want to fix him but at what toll?
he's addicted. challenged by his mind.
and i'm still ignorantly by his side.
how much of this can i abide?
A Duvall Aug 2013
everyone i know is having a hard time.
everywhere i go someones trying not to cry.
its like the world is ending and i don't know why.
every person i know is fighting to survive.
i've blamed myself and how stupid am i?
to assume that my happiness is being stolen from others lives.
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