Repulsive

Repulsive

2-22-13

A source buried deep inside

sticks with me no matter how hard I shake

While I'm bonded to it

my body, mind, heart, and soul constantly ache

To be held, to be known, to be heard, to be seen

to love and be loved all just out of reach

I force my hand and force others away

each time forgetting to practice what I preach

Push comes to shove and I am the one

left empty handed again

I want someone to call my own,

to be a priority and come closer in

To claim and be claimed -

is life just an association game?

What about the thoughts and fears,

emotions and tears between two, speaking volumes of pain?

But opposing objects get in the way

and keep the attraction at bay to ones once compelled

Like rock climbers trying to touch solid ground,

my rocky instability repels