Wednesday, March 20, 2002
Dear R-
I dont quite know how to put this
So Im writing it in a poem
Things I cant say to your face
Or through Internet lines of phone
We only are acquaintances
But even that’s a stretch
Mildly comfortable in each other’s presence
A situation with a catch
I long to have the daring
To candidly converse
But in relationships, I progress
From natural friendship first
Im well aware that wont,
Just happen if I hide
Behind my past excuses
I must let go of this guide
Perhaps you arent conscious
Of my innate outgoing ease
That emerges with strangers
But when youre near, is seized
I become less restrained
As the night turns real late
Succumbing more to impulse
And less in fear of fate
The emotions and the hopes
You seem to stir
I cant sort into categories
The way I usually prefer
In this private and revealing
Confession of dreams
I can pour out my soul
Without lost self-esteem
With you I want
To dance and feel casual
Illogically impossible
Cause you are so approachable
But at this time when I
Should truly send this your direction
Ill find a route that wont
Even reveal my affection
So now I close this dream world door
And lay down in my bed
Silently mourning, what could have been
If I wasnt stuck in my paranoid head
Sincerely, Kat (the girl who draws)