Fascination

Amazed is the word that tumbles
off my tongue so roughly
Falling into a distance unknown
to the naked eye
Perhaps it is the way she wears
that hair of hers that makes you
want to be her.

Thin and eloquent,
gentile and servile you can't
not help but think that he would
love you more if you had a
smile like that.

The heavy stone that weighed
down your loose tongue
has now withered into slow
rotting dust in heavy wind storms

Your independence is there
but hardly dwelled upon.
Fall to your knees in helplessness
in hope of feeling good again
the insecurities you once
felt are now thriving one more
time.