Poems and Stuff Part 2

Pulling Rope

There was this man beyond my reach, that I wanted to touch every day.

Yet, the harder I tried to bring him close, the farther he'd pull away.

I did not give in to the insecurities and fears that begged me to set him free,

I secured that pulling rope around my arm, and showed him what 'we' could be.

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I showed him what I hide from most, and let him see how I really feel.

Now he holds nothing back, and his inner desires are slowly revealed.

But when that pulling rope seems to get tight, and he begins to pull at it again,

He already knows that if I have the strength, to his fears I'll never give in.

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We have different lives he and I, but together we've become one.

The hardest part was finding balance, though at times was enticingly fun.

So when he wants that little slack, I'll gladly give him the inch he needs,

For I know that no matter how far he pulls, that pulling rope is attached to me.