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Flirting With Disaster

by Amy Wustrin

One syllable more and I could explode

And say something I wish I wouldnt have to regret

Any moment now, I may tell you myself

What's going on in my heart

How angry I am at myself

For falling so hard

Or it may never go beyond this paper

Or maybe everyone will know but you

But probably I'll just go back

To pretending this does not exist



These playful conversations

And innocent little games

Could make me crazy

It's like flirting with disaster

One more sound out of your perfect mouth and

I'll go up in flames

One more smile or laugh

And I'll have to bear my soul

or forever bear the burden of "What if.."

I feel like we could be on the verge of something big

But if you don't, or won't, or can't,

Or would just as soon ignore such foolishness

Then you'll have to excuse me for chewing on my hair

But I'd rather not stick my foot in my mouth

~This time~



I'm like a dormant volcano

about to wake up

And errupt in a sea

Of my own sentiments

And burn myself


Love is a natural disaster

And no amount of international aid

Can relieve the devestation left in it's wake

There is no consolation

When the weight of your own emotions

Breaks your heart before any man gets his hands on it



Maybe I should just

Take a step back

A deep breath

A long walk

And proceed with business as usual

Or maybe I should just stop thinking that

I'm the problem

Maybe it's not my fault

for being two steps ahead

Maybe it's time I expect you to catch up


But the sun wont fall to peices

like i might if you dont pick up the pace

Ida's moon wont find another astral body to orbit

I'll only never grow wings and fly the way I want to

Taking your hand and taking to the sky without blinking



You could be my perfect day in June

If you'd only give it a chance

But I can accept that you'd rather avoid unnecessary risks

I used to think "What's the use?"

I wont push the issue

I'll just keep this in a quiet corner of my mind

And continue flirting with disaster

05/29/2004

Posted on 05/29/2004
Copyright © 2024 Amy Wustrin

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