“If you wish to call me yours, then you will have to act as if you are mine. On the front of surrender, there is no middle ground.” ― Nenia Campbell, Star Crossed.
“I did not know whether I would ever speak to her or not or, if I spoke to her, how I could tell her of my confused adoration. But my body was like a harp and her words and gestures were like fingers running upon the wires.” – James Joyce
I am not the finished poem you would have me be. I talk too much and not at all. You would not recognize me if you passed me on the street. I am distorted, detached and disorganized and after years of trying to change, I’ve found that it suits me fine.