Song Writing? Che?!

Yes, indeed, inspiration has struck me in the ass again, and this time it gave me the first two lines of a song. And I was left to figure out the rest on my own. But I didn't settle for that. I turned around and bitch slapped inspiration and asked six girls for words that rhymed with the two I'd already gotten.

Eventually, I had compiled a fairly sizable list of words and turned it into something poetic-ish:

I’m fighting this feeling
With every fiber of my being
Staring up at the ceiling
Nothing’s all I’m seeing
Into sleep I am stealing
Your face while I’m dreaming
In the freefall I’m reeling
You’ve got me healing

Now, I realize I wrote my last poem for The Boy. That was simply expressing how I felt about him, though. This is going to be something very different.

I told The Boy the Story about the Twatwaffle. And his response was...well, perfect. "Holy shit!...It's people like that that give men bad, horrible names....If I were you, I'd run background checks on every guy you want to date from now on..." And the like. I told him I was being careful now, but I don't think he knows how careful.

Yeah, I joke around saying that we're going to get married, but I know the likelihood of that is very slim. Sure, he's perfect, but I'm almost twenty and I'm still healing from what happened two months ago. In other words, I have a lot of stuff to do before I can seriously consider saying that I'm going to marry someone.

I digress.

I want this song to show how careful I'm being, but at the same time, I want it to show how un-careful I WANT to be. Also, it's probably going to show how he just wiggled his way under my defenses. I can't help being careless around him, but I also can't help all my instincts telling me that I need to be cautious. After all, he's a boy. I barely know him, but I know he's one of the good ones. Nevertheless, that could change at any moment, and I'm still not sure if he's worth the risk.

I keep asking myself:
Is he worth it?
Are you worth it?
Can I be me around you
Or should I be someone else?

I may have to tweak that so it rhymes more.

I knew blogging would be good for me. I need to get all my thoughts out so I can shove them into poetic form.

I could risk falling
But now I'm stalling
I know it's appalling
That I keep on calling

I keep asking myself:
Is he worth it?
Are you worth it?
Am I good enough on my own
Or do I need to change for you?

I'm fighting this feeling
But every fiber of my being...
Is remembering another time
Another touch
Of one I loved
And I can't help but ask myself:

Is he worth it?
Are you worth it?
Will it hurt like before
Or will it make the pain go away?