random

Kinda emo-ish. That's all I really have to say, since this one just came to me all at once and poems that happen like that are usually going to look a whole lot less pretty in the morning after a nice cup of coffee. Anyways.
_{my heart is pounding, and every beat
takes me closer to the memories
that hurt so much to remember
so now I dismember
anybody's words and actions
and push them away before my reactions
grow too warm-
before my fingers conform
to yours.
So when you see how I ignore
your not-so-subtle advances,
please don't try again-
right now I don't want any more romances
one day I'll be ready, but don't ask when.}