Thief

Call me a thief,
And I would accept,
That you'd know
I'd broken into
your skin.

I wish you knew
How much I want to
break in!
To know
Everything!
To feel immersed,
embraced, face
forward and
running, searching,
feeling you breathe;
I want to break in!
Find the deepest,
darkest but safest part
of who you are,
that secret place
under summer nights
and silver trees in
shadowed parks,
searching out
the myths, codes,
riddles and reasons
of why you are
what you are.

But this won't work.
All these words
fired
into your featureless
stare won't make wounds
that open up; let me in.
All these thoughts
brought nothing more
than waves that fall,
they crash down
like crystal.

You won't let me in,
And I don't know you.


 

Reviews

[Kathryn]

I read this a while ago and don't remember why I never commented. Probably because I was busy- Oh, life!

Anyways, about the poem:
This piece is really something. I love it more and more each time I read it. It's so delicate in its desperation and that makes it all the more heart breaking. Your details are perfect, down to the image of the broken egg shell. Even the physical layout of the poem is like this delicate feather or something- very little weight, soft. You did a lot in few words and that's what poetry is supposed to be- a compact story.
I'm so glad to know you as a writer.

[Yellow]

Lovely poem.
I like this one very much... and i wanted to thank you for entering my contest.
-Yellow

[Avoiry]

This flow is so captivating almost reminds me of something that might be recited along side a djembe drum. I like the concept of tearing a wound to be able to get in cause at times that is the only way to go . Vulnerability opens doors. That want to know runs deep and this pace almost makes it seem frantic before finding a loss. Nice work.

[Seracies]

There is something about your writing, that no matter what is going on, the flow of it always pulls me in and I'm mesmerized by the end. I loved the feel of it, daring and bold, almost taunting at parts. Your play with words and images is phenomenal, from wounds to crystals and summer nights to reasons of being. Great poem, I loved reading it.

[Skelasoldier]

Very nice flow, keep up the good work.