Contently Restless

A poem about my heart that finally felt love for the first time after years of being content by myself.

Being content is a hard thing to be content with,

Everyone strives for more but being content means being stationary.

People, places, and things pass me by

Yet I’m unaffected by it all.

 

But you,

You were the one person in the one place I didn’t account for.

I was letting it all pass me by,

But you wouldn’t let me pass by.

 

I was no longer content,

I felt restless, ambitious, impatient,

I could no longer be kept content,

Not until I knew you were mine.

 

I’m still not sure if I’ve made an impact on you,

But I’m slowly learning how to be around you.

Just hearing your voice, looking deep into your eyes,

You’re a bad guy, but I think I’ve done something to tame you.

 

Or maybe you’re a sexual deviant who is only lusting after my body.

Your smooth words, rigid body, and dominant personality,

They could take over any man or woman,

Yet you’re chasing after me.

 

I’ve never believed in soul mates,

But I’ve also never wanted to be with someone as bad as I want to be with you.

To me, it doesn’t matter if you feel the same way or not,

My heart is already locked on you and it’s filled that empty slot.

 

So tease me here, flirt with me there,

I’m no longer content and it’s really not fair.

Author's Note

The rhymes are inconsistent, apologizes.

Reviews

[sinNsincerity]

Nicely said, you must not be content and seek what you admire.