Ok?

If I'm stingy is it ok?
If I'm selfish is it ok?
If I claim you, but not actually to you is it ok?
I crush you, confuse you, tear you to pieces,
but I still ask...is it ok?
I know you want to be my jacket,
the shoes my feet stand in,
but instead your the ground those shoes walk all over,
and I still want to know...is it ok?
Hand in hand one day we may stride,
but today we travel with distance between us.
Maybe I'm scared. Or Unprepared.
Maybe I'm searching,
moving toward a dead end.
I see the warning signs.
The instructions are so clear,
but I still move forward in search for something I know not how to grasp.
Know not how to control.
Something that tears me to pieces.
Oblivious? No.
Errogant? Unsure.
But you.
Patient,
Vulnerable,
and willing.
and never do you ask if it's ok.

11/17/06

Perfect boy right in front of my face