"Baby, Baby, Baby"

[organizedchaos]

"Baby, baby, baby"
How many times have you said these words to how many girls
"You are gorgeous"
"You are beautiful"
"You ride the wings of an angel" you say
as the apple cider of the strawberry sunset locks us both.
I stare into your moonlit eyes
as you willingly and eagerly give me your gaze
and I wonder how long
I should lock my eyes into yours
before I scare you away with my secrets
Before you catch on to the fact
That I don't let myself like anyone anymore
That, in fact, I am playing a romantic game of childlike pretend
Knowing full well that it's only a matter of time
before I will wake up in my bed all alone
Tracing the lines you left imprinted on my sheets
So I find a unique balance
between enjoying the way you push my crazy hair out of my face
And bracing myself for the day you don't call me back.
How many times can I smile at you
Before you notice the pretty girl behind me
and decide that her smile is more intriguing
So here I sit, trying not to care whether or not you call me back
Doing my best to both block and let in the
every charming gesture
of your body language and voice tone,
each kiss
every hand hold
and stopping the thoughts that arise in the back of my mind
that maybe
possibly
perhaps
you might like me.

[Delta40]

That's some armour the guy has to pierce....

[paperleaves]

very interesting piece! I like it.

[twoheadedboy]

That's some armour the guy has to pierce....

I would agree. But I don't think it's based on whimsical notions and ideas or paranoid thought, I think there is alot of truth to this poem.

I am a guy. So the armor is a little different, but I find alot of kindredness in that idea, of being so afraid of abandonment that you don't let yourself get attached. It makes me super sad, really it just kills me.


From reading the poem I think that the author, (name escapes me! sorry.) knows that this is a harmful or hard way to go about things, in a relationship of any kind. I would just hope that if a guy comes, and he wants to break through that armor, and he tries and you can see it, that he wants to see you, for who you are. (A girl friend of mine talks about how she wants a guy to listen for her voice. Because if you know someone, you can recognize them not just by their body but their voice, moreso.) I hope that you would let down the armor a little and let him in.

Then the armour serves, not as a barrier to any good man wanting to get in, but to serve as a barrier to ward off men who play games and skip from girl to girl.


I really liked the poem. It stirred a great deal in my thought process and in my deeper emotions as you can see by how much I wrote! haha.

[hillwalker]

I think you did a wonderful job here of describing how fine the balance is between playing 'hard to get' and wearing your heart on your sleeve. Any guy who reads this would recognise the fact that the narrator is after more than just 'love' - the last 3 lines say it all.

A much better poem than it appears to be on first reading.

H

[Jerrybaldy]

It read as vulnerable and it is in my psyche to love vulnerable and I love your poem.

[organizedchaos]

Thanks for all of the feedback. The story is a continual battle for me, so I appreciate it when others can relate.