I am often indecisive, not knowing what I want.
Are these conversations sincere, or am I putting on a front?
Falling in love to me, is like going after a jump –
Into the deepest river, during the coldest winter…
Can I swim and can we even stand the currents?
Will we win, and will we even withstand the hurry?
I am a damaged good.
I am not the greatest communicator, as things do not always go in our favor.
I am a damaged hood.
And the winds of life, causes me to shutdown, but I do not mean to let down.
Please don’t fret now.
I am young, and perhaps I am not ready – a truth I need to swallow.
I feel so hallow, I feel like my emotions are bottled.
I want a good woman, but I guess I have to be a good man.
And our fire, I don’t mean to blow out like a good fan.
I want to love hard, but I am playing too soft like a good hand.
I’m in water, proportionately.
I want to go forward, but not forcefully.
I want to understand, so much so that I over-stand.
I don’t want to grow a colder man…
No, I rather be with one at home.
Laughing, cuddling, loving.
Kissing, talking, and hugging.
All of this takes time, with each poem that rhymes, be patient with the man I am figuring myself out to be.
And if you cannot keep up with me, the leave will hurt but I’ve been through worse.
I just want someone that will work with me to reach eternity.