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14. kenworthy is a hammer
by Nanette Bellmani'm always at war with myself.
i let my brain drop bombs
over remnants of my heart.
you've said it so yourself, that
nobody can help who they love
and that the worst thing to do is ignore it
and that truths are still true,
they're still real,
even if they complicate things.
but i've failed to hear this.
i'm too clouded, polluted
with nonsense noise
and thoughts
and destroying myself
inside and out.
the reason i need you
is the same as why you need me
it's because we're not comfortable.
in some ways yes, but not completely.
and when i look into the hour glass
i know i'll never be.
we'll never be comfortable. we'll never be numb.
but we'll always be alive. 11/20/2008 Author's Note: he hits it on the head everytime. my beau thanks you. oh, and if you haven't read is journal entry "on true love, feelers & thinkers." please do so now. i promise you won't be sorry.
Posted on 11/20/2008
Copyright © 2024 Nanette Bellman
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Steven Kenworthy on 11/20/08 at 10:10 PM well-written, flattered, honesty, so many gritty romantic truths...capturing the essence of it all. this poem is its own feather-coated hammer. |
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