Unwanted

July 30, 2014

I am not the rain on a tin roof,

I am a blanket that never keeps your feet warm at night.

I am the uneven barstool at 2 am,

And the kiss that doesn't quite feel right.

I am not stuck between a rock and a hard place,

I am dancing with strangers in a sold out show

I am that corner where nobody goes.

I am not dancing on the rooftop,

I am a breakdown in a silent room,

Where everyone seems to be watching you.

I am not the beautiful freckled redhead,

I am the mess of tangled madness

And the chaos emanates from my eyes.

You can see my madness in your surmise

I can see your fear that strikes you in the drive

I can feel the want against my thighs

As the anger builds for each of his failed tries.

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SydneyInProgressJul 30, 2014

<p>This poem was previously published on my blog, justplainizzi.blogspot.com</p>

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