I never really felt attached to you—
Or maybe I didn’t realize,
Didn’t want to realize
that I was.

Pushed myself away from you
Believing that I could no longer pretend,
Trying to spare you.

But was I really pretending?
Perhaps, at the time.
Maybe we just went too quickly.

Now, we are close again.
Wonderfully, agonizingly close.

Again I find myself trying to separate
From you, from this…whatever this is.
But this time, you keep reeling me back.

I am but a meek minnow on the end of your hook.
Defenses wearing thin, I am barely resisting.

I think this is alright.
Beginning to enjoy the ride up.
Can it be?
So long as it’s slow and steady, slow and steady-

I’m ready.

07/20/2006

Author's Note: This is more prose-ish than I usually would prefer. But I'm just trying to figure out my mind, haha.

Posted on 07/21/2006
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