|
-untitled-
And so walks my wild child
My golden-haired one
She walked on my heart and so imprinted my soul that I am moved to write
Me - who reads like a ravenous tiger and yet has never set pen to paper
I hear a verse in my mind
“She walks in beauty like the night...”
It reminds me of this golden one.
The one, dare I say my one, whose inner glow sets her way above the
world for me
I watch her inner-actions with friends, strangers and
I grow envious
Why is my love so envious
Should I not marvel in this wonder and thank God he has allowed me to
visit
with her for however long I am allowed?! No.
An aside (I left her but an hour ago and the cravings
stir me to madness.)
I am a rational person
I am a conservative girl
Why am I now so ready to abandon life as I know it merely be close to
this one
My golden child - my fair haired beauty
She is not mine
She is not anyone’s
To tame her would be to break the very spirit that I so love
But, I could do it
I have seen my hand at work, before
The mind is a terrible thing to waste
It is also a terrible thing to use
I tell myself - allow the beauty to shine through and
appreciate it for what it is
One would call me open-minded and understanding
One would be fucking wrong
My golden child, my fair haired beauty
I long to break you
I long to crush your spirit
The very essence that draws me to you
I want to do it before it is done to me - for you are the one that will
make or break my fucking mind
As I write this I realize that I must show you my words
That you must be made aware of the viper that lives so close to you
I am the cat that steals your breath at night
What a coward - what a damned fool
(Ah yes, the coward
Don't be alarmed - she always wins
You won't be harmed)
There is no way to properly end such screwed up prose
My ending will have to be simply that I love you for the person that you
are and in so loving you also, hate you for being so god-damned strong
I want more
I can’t have more
I walk away
-Diane M. Daigle
| 
