i wrote a poem, ok.

[VertigoGal]

if i walk into the store
not knowing what i want
i still want
if i look at your eyes
not seeking what i find
i always find
if i slide into dream
not dreaming to dare such things
they are dreamt nonetheless
if i grasp blindly, trembling, within my chest
between my breasts
and hold at arms length in disgust,
with contempt,
that thing which i despise, i
still
always
nonetheless
love.

 

[AngelofHarlem01]

VertigoGal, this is really really good. I like it a lot!