an exploration of a topic I explored extensively in the past, and am bringing up again. I hesitate to post it, as it feels more like a first draft, and unfinished


Envelope

My heart and my life has grown complex
too many things to keep an eye on
and you come here asking me for love?

I no longer fear you
nor have I ever hated you

Forgiveness you asked me too many times
when I was too young to know what it meant
but you always had it

"Why?" you ask yourself repeatedly. Tearing through the internet trying to
find me
find an answer

There is no answer
no argument you can address
no way to fix this

I am forever your daughter
and you my father

but that can never be our relationship

I am too needing of what I could never get from you, too sensitive to you
and you too needing of the love I can never open myself to give you, too manipulative to give without wanting

So where does this leave us?

Fellow intellectuals
sharing the same genetics

I stare at that envelope.. a gift is never merely a gift.. it has words, concepts, emotions attached to it
and it all matters too much to dare to make a decision about



Poetry by SecretWords The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2011-08-08 at 09:30

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