I'm back. Poems. Ahh, the delicate, intricate desires of a fragile girl. Lmao. or just how woman feels. I'd like to think I'm not a fragile girl that I'm growing into a powerful woman. Who knows. No one can really read their daily progress towards maturity. Anyway. Work today was aweful. I've been stricken with some mystery illness. Again. I can hardly hear, breathe, think, speak, move. Grr. Here is something I wrote while i was at work. Bored and on my little thiry minute break. I truly don't understand how I got through today. I'm just proud that I didn't complain and I did my best. I have a problem with being too whiney. anyway.
Here it is:

"Puck"
the 2am talk
whispered in the dark
hearing the subtle contextual things in his voice
I could just see the way,
he blushes and tosses his gaze
down, down onto some thing not quite there
soft sultry words wrap my soul
in the undenyable warmth and love of his voice
can't contain the words
that came tumbling out
the ones we're fumbling about
like all so many secrets meant to be kept
inside us both, love, always slept
though we hid it well
we didn't hide it at all
like a snap of stray light
it hits us both
always there, hidden in plain sight
this time there's no struggle
just a blurred clarity
and a mid-air jumble
a hurried barely audible exchange
then the line shuts close
and there's a silence so loud
that it seemed to swallow the empty room I'm in.

okay 14 days. I'm not really crazy. I'm just acting a very convincing stalker creepy clingy chick. I'm not this stupid. Right? Okay maybe I am. Who cares!