Fragile

Fragile

A Poem by Rachel DeHart

all night

                turning, restless. I am in a

purgatory of not knowing either way.

 

You saw me trying to hold my chest

together as I sobbed

                                as I broke and faltered.

and didn’t run away.

you stayed.

                quite. And just waited for me.

didn’t say

                                                “oh sweetie it’s going to be alright.”

just silent and steady.

    everything i needed.

 

 

but do you lay any claim here on me?

if I was crying over another fellow, or wanting

                someone, anyone, other than you

would it hurt you at all?

Because right now, I am yours.

    a package deal, all the crazy,

                                but I’ll try my best to survive for you.

do anything for you.

but.

                I don’t even know if you

                                want me.

 

I don’t  need a

                                yes we are “dating”

I just want something....

                for me to know that

yes you’d be upset if I started

chatting up someone else.

that yes, you’d miss me.

anything.

 

 

 

and i hate this feeling.

hate knowing that i am cornering you.

I don’t mean to.  I truly

wish I didn’t feel any of this.

but my arm is running

out of space, and I have no idea

what else to do about this.

 

Because thinking about you,

all night,

                turning, edgy

                                unsure and on edge

           isn’t cutting it.

I laid in bed for 9 hours.

the longest I’ve tried to sleep

                in months. I thought

that maybe i’d be able to out

run my thoughts of you.

                                instead I just

kept waking up.

                                  wanting nothing else,

           other than you.

say something, please.

                because I am much more fragile then I portray.

 

© 2008 Rachel DeHart


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i am in awe of the dedication and frequency to which you write.
i see each poem as sort of a journal entry, and they are all connected and mean something deeply to you which can be felt by the reader.
i'm sorry i didn't comment about this particular work in general, i would just like to give my overall perspective of you as a talented writer and your works as offspring of that dedication.
here anytime,
fragile as well,
fellow slave to the keyboard as well as sharp pointed objects,
friend,
mary jane

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Thats a great poem. I can relate, in a way.
With my significant other.
I really like the way you wrote this.
Like the structure lol
It's amazing.

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Wow, Beautiful. That is all I can say right now.

Posted 15 Years Ago


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kudos on the subtle play on "cutting". i really connected with the feelings here. of needing someone to care and feeling helpless and frustrated with the patterns and habits that surface.

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

everything to write seems to be pulled straight from my heart and my head... i am right there with you, always.


Posted 15 Years Ago


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i am in awe of the dedication and frequency to which you write.
i see each poem as sort of a journal entry, and they are all connected and mean something deeply to you which can be felt by the reader.
i'm sorry i didn't comment about this particular work in general, i would just like to give my overall perspective of you as a talented writer and your works as offspring of that dedication.
here anytime,
fragile as well,
fellow slave to the keyboard as well as sharp pointed objects,
friend,
mary jane

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I think in love everybody is fragile.

A good demonstration of how a woman can be so fragile when it comes to love.

Keep up the good work! :D

Posted 15 Years Ago


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Rachel DeHart

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