MissNox

Rose-Coloured Box How very anti-climatic- I confess, without looking at your face All the things I felt and thought and nearly said. And then you accepted this, and went on your way To sleep, and from your pampered place- you were kept in a box in my heart Forever, I told myself, then was horrified to feel my feelings slip away- As slowly and as difficult to define as the way they had come. And no arguing, darling little dreamer-girl, for we know what is best, they tell me. Oh, I thank you for the experience, for the scars will win me friends- But I don’t want them. I want you. Or rather, I do not want you; I want to want you.