27 Mar 00

 

 

The marrying kind

 

I tell myself that is what I am

that is what I hope to find

but every time you come close

I start running to hide

I feel like a fake,

like I have lied,

like I say one thing

and mean another every time

because the one I present

is not the one inside

that one is not ready

for the gifts you have

that one has no knowledge

of love,

of giving,

receiving,

he does not know how

or why.

 

 

By

 

 

Everett E. Phillips, III