How to kill one's inner voice

Monday, December 18, 2006



I am your girl,
unoccupied and insolvent;
frustrated by our polar existences.
Weak from your devotion
and guilt-ridden by your unbridled generosity.

Conflict churns
and burdens my willful pride,
tugging my instincts
until I find myself wanting, needing
to be more than I am.

The doubt that shifts my emotional sea
disheartens me,
and for the moment I am ashamed.
But I resist the common comfort
and pour its seduction beneath my floors
one more time
knowing that I can embrace this life;
and you.

And so I choose to live in that vision
of friendship and forever;
my wants and needs are to only make you proud.
In time you'll find that my madness
is only an inexplicable, eternal love,

for you.