a reactionary poem (one of many)

2/19/11 6:25 pm, still thinking of that thing you wrote and wondering if you misspelled my name

If you’d asked
I would have stayed

If you’d said something
I would have been there
I could have been yours
it was all that I wanted

I don’t touch just anyone you know
I reserve my skin for those I love
because it’s through them that I prove to myself
again and again
that I’m real
I’m worthy
still a weirdo, but beloved for my strangeness

I don’t connect with just anyone you know
I only bond where I want it reciprocated
I only anchor myself to those who can weigh me down
and leave me free to soar
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