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 May 2013 Marty Thibodaux
Evynne
I feel like a monster holding a flower in the cup of my hand
So tender, so prepossessing
Before you came into my life, I feared nothing
But now, now, all I fear is myself
And in all honesty, I am so afraid
I don't want to crush you
I don't want to promise anything I cannot keep
But I can assure you, I will be everything I can, for as long as I can
And I can only hope that is enough
I know you are so willing to love, and I know you probably won't like to know that I cannot surrender to love
I am terrified of the words, "I love you"
But I want this
I want you
I want us
I want this with every fiber of my being
I want to be able to love you
Give me time, for I am more damaged than you will ever know
I need time to heal
The only thing I ask from you is your patience
You are so wonderful and I know you do not deserve to put up with someone as broken as I, but never leave
Don't give up on me darling, please
I'm sitting here alone,
Procrastinating and overthinking things,
Because I'm draw to a thing called love,
Galloping and dozing off in the inspiring open wings.
Innocence and bliss
Play pretend on my grandfather’s porch.
They bring laughter and joy with them
And never invite fear or worry.

I hesitate to return,
For fear that I shall never leave
Because as my childhood memories grow and expand
My fondness soon turns to envy

For I can remember a time,
A time when the world was mine.
Where everyone cheered for me
And rejoiced when I found glee

A time when Mondays meant new beginnings,
Not tardies and regrets.
When books led to happy endings,
Instead of essays and frets.

But as I set my sights ahead
It seems that some wise words are never dead
“For all children grow up, except one”
And I’m far from done.

As a wound heals and scars
So should I
Never to forget my childhood
But to simply move on.

— The End —