i tried to write you
but i stopped
all caught up
in a web
i would only be giving you a thread
to unravel
to unravel me
and today I am
knotted up
could you untangle me?
I cant ...so I will give you thoughts
that are set aside
in books
they are more
constructive less
destructive
I will give you ideas
things I keep in my brain
not as close to my chest
I don't want you to feel
uneasy

Yet can I stay here head flat on this
polished wood-searching to only please you with ideas?
Will I care for you as me?
take a breath and grab my pen?
will I write to you
a story
truth or fantasy?
fairytales fade like old
leather shoes
Ill write you something
you wont lose
it will be
dark and dreary
pages of tears
and letters of dreams
rolling like waves
shaped as hearts
red colors on open seas
littered like gold
musical notes
every chord
something new
drums of my past
and cymbals of
my future
little things
that fill my lungs
and beg me to laugh
sounds of birds
and trees that loom
the Truth
that makes me walk straight and not
stay in gloom
my passion for this
my longing for that...
gluing together learned phrases
on green chalk boards
running and falling in
cool tight air
and silk sunshine
laying in deep grass and thinking
thinking up
the sky
tea in blue cups and spinning through
fables reaching new heights
and crying on my table
paper over here
and screaming over there
ice-cream and
truth and dares.
jumping ecstatic and im sorrys
all wrapped with a bow. this book could last a life time
i just think you should know.
I run up to you beaming
I wrote you a book with
ruffled up paper bent,

it is...a
happy
heartfelt
first draft.

Ah, yes this is me
I can breathe
He sketched it and says
I am found and a beauty.

I'll stop and look
to see if your eyes are kind too
if so
then
I hope you don't mind Sir,
if I read some of you?

For now
take chapter 1.
unravel me.
and I will
you.