A new perspective.

                                    In memories
                                    In the now
                                    They are old
                                    They are new
                                    They are wrought.

A budding relationship,  
                                               with it's frailties.
A friendship falling,
                                        lies pervading through.

A mother and her grown daughter,
                                                       ­             both feeling trapped.

Being nervous and excited.
Being irrational and righteous.
Being torn and depleted.

I have grown from this.
I have been burned and healed.
I have cried as have you.

I let your eager hands meet flesh.
I let your desertion make me strong.

                                                But

I will not let you go from this betrayal,
I will not let you explain these discretions away.

I feel numb, but only in my arm;
That's where the work goes.
It creeps along stealing away
all I should be feeling.
Besides it's existence,
For existence doesn't fade away
Till there are none that remember
And so
It reminds me of forgetting you
Becoming numb to your receding touch
Until it's memory is but a mere and faint brush
A pressure forgotten for which I now wish for so much.

Sticks & stones
They pierce my flesh
But your words,
They break my being
Suppose if you opened your eyes
Maybe then I could begin healing
For those cutting sounds
Formed by lip and tongue
I will forever bare
Perhaps if you could feel their blow
Maybe then you would begin to care
To know of Love

Think
That I'm inclined
Think me blind
Do you?

Think me only your child
Think of the last time you truly smiled at me

Think of the time when I came to you with trust
Now all that you've made between us is rust

Think
Me naive
Think me to believe
You're the only one right

Think me only young
Think of last night and your words that stung

Think of the night when I came to you with hope
Now all that you've made is us fail to cope

But perhaps this is what you think of me?
I rifted our family

But all I want is for you to know
That your words can be painful
So that you might change them
them & their tone

I just want you to love your daughter
The way you used to do
When I knew...

Written nerves of attraction
make me miss you
differently expressed than I know
you excite in a comforting way

Displayed affection of others
make me miss you,
all seen never felt
but if you were here, if only you were

Craving these things that are entirely untrue
but they are when I'm with you, they are
Needing these things that aren't new
but they are when I'm with you, they are

All of it's expressions
make me miss you
pale and fleeting
till our next meeting
those touches
those words written and heard
make me miss you
and love you terribly

Love and all of it's expressions
make me miss you,
I love you terribly.

I jitter and bounce
though I am exhausted,
my lids sinking towards sleep.
I wish to give you something that reminds you of me,
And our love.
                       love.
                              love.

So I give time
instead of ***** paper,
making paper pictures all my own.  
Instead wishing I were sinking in sheets asleep with you
And our love.
                       love.
                              love.

Give me a line to hold you to
I'll keep my fingers wrapped round
And in the pretty recycled picture
you'll see me smiling at you through the hours put into
Our love.
               love.
                      love.

Someday we will have more than this
Someday we will have a daily dose of kisses
Someday we will have smile, a shiver , a shudder
Someday you will be more than just my distant lover