Half-complete

Wow, this is an old one...

Take the neat little bundle that is me,
the hopes, the fears, the dreams, the psychosis.
I'm handing myself to you as a token of my love.
You're a fever nigh to kill me;
you're the core of my neurosis.
You hold my soul in your clenching fist,
emotion bleeding down to puddle on the floor.
Wring me out and tell me you're doing your best.
Jagged tears, my body weak;
I pray you, please, my soul to keep.

Reviews

[Narnie]

Oh, the feeling of fragility is very well put here. The rhyming at the end works well to make the classical feel. I love the 'psychosis' on the end of the second line - it really breaks the flow and makes listening imperative.

[capn_bribri]

this is great
i love the last line great way to end a poem ^_^