Am I just your current obsession?
What happens when it wears off?
When my novelty fades?
When you see the truth of me?
Where will we be when the light
shines on the dark places
and all is revealed?
Will I be discarded like the rubbish I am?
Or will you pick me up, dust me off and breathe new life into my brokenness?
Would I be worth it?
….Are you?
At what point will my tears
become a burden?
Or my lips and hands and body
no longer satisfy?
Will those fiery looks of passion become
glances of regret?
And then what?
Will I be left holding my feeble heart
in trembling hands?

I want to walk back in time,
start again.
Build a thicker wall about my heart
so that when the day comes,
and it surely will,
I’ll be prepared.
Less scarred, less hurt,
an island unto myself.

8 Comments on “Island

  1. Your final words remind me of “I Am A Rock” by Paul Simon. We need to build walls to protect ourselves though we should not have to.


  2. Hmmm, I know these feelings all too well. Except I don’t live on an island, just a large castle surrounded by a deep moat and high fences beyond that. This was very relatable in many ways.

    Liked by 1 person

  3. ….. Are you?
    That is the most meaningful question in itself.
    A person unwilling to accept your flaws, no matter how big they may be, is definitely not.
    And I’m pretty sure the right person for you is just round the corner waiting for you with a smile on his lips.

    Liked by 1 person

art & writings by emje

original artwork and the occasional rant

The Peddler

Art Consignments in Ninilchik, Alaska

The Pegasus Fiasco

Apologies for my apologies


Poetry by Charles Joseph

Rum and Robots

We Survived and Arrived - Now as Warriors We Thrive

Robert Charboneau.

Writer and Artist

living document

a collection of short poetry from an autistic mind

Anonymously Hal

Poetry, Photography, and Thoughts


The Lies in the Skies Exposed

Writer In Retrospect

"When I am writing, I am trying to find out who I am..." --Maya Angelou

The Tigress Awakens

Welcome to my tiny corner of the universe filled with poems that I have written.


Author | Freelance Writer | Blogger



Better Letters

Butterwell's Blog

%d bloggers like this: