2/17/09

I lived my whole life looking back.

I am afraid without this blindfold around my eyes I may be unaware.

Of when I am caught in your snare.

I refuse to put him in your shoes.

I refuse to have him be compared with you. But sometimes.

Yes sometimes.

I try you see. He is not you.

And you can never be a part of me.

But you creep in. And sometimes the knife twists.

And I think..Does he really like me?

Does he mean it when he says I am beautiful?

 Does he mean it when he wants to hold my hand?

Does him and I coincide? Or will he tear me into pieces..Just like you do.

When you creep in and out like you do.

..Will I ever not think. about you and all the hurt you caused when I step carefully into something new?