stars and shimmers
lights from billions of years ago
light up the sky
tell a story
much older than you and I.
Tag: love poem
a b c
I must be learning the a b c’s again.
Baby steps to figure out what love is like.
A – a kiss. How do you kiss someone you feel no emotional connection to? Not like you.
B – boy. A different one every so often, they come and go. None make me feel as you did.
C – cupid. Suddenly hit. Not sure if I am ready for this – again.
Who is playing with my heartstrings?
too long
it’s been too long
i’ve been thinking about you
do you think about me
as often as I dream of you?
time has passed
but you’re stuck in my head
as if you’ll never leave
hopefully I’ll move on instead
it’s been too long
me thinking about you
and pretty sure
with me, you’ll have nothing to do.
love song
I don’t want to write a love song
and it turn out to be about
you.
Speak
Speak to me
about all the things you see
in the future for you and me.
Speak your mind
and we’ll see if we can find
our place here among mankind.
intertwined
Everyone has a story to tell.
He told me his,
and I told him mine.
Until they intertwined.
coward
I thought there was something wrong with me.
Perhaps my thighs were a bit more padded than you were accustomed to,
and you didn’t like the heavy weight when I sat in your lap.
Maybe it was that one time you seemed annoyed I had dirtied your glasses
and you though I wore to much makeup.
Coincidentally, I might not have looked the same in person as I do online
and you thought the girl in pictures was prettier, and I wasn’t worth your time.
Unfortunately, we were busy and it was hard to coordinate dates
and you thought it could never work in the long term.
I wonder if I was to slow to open up to you
an you thought you were wasting your time.
Or, possibly, I attached too much (when I finally let myself)
and you thought that was scary, and wanted to retreat.
Finally, flesh on flesh for a night
and you had finally gotten what you wanted (or had you?).
Maybe it was too fast, or I was too slow, or or or or or or or or or ……. a million other things.
and I thought there was something wrong with me, but I’ve realized you were just a coward too afraid to say goodbye.
to-do
what can i do
besides look at you
give you a kiss
if something’s amiss
what can i do
besides look at you
in the morning sun
after a night of fun
what can i do
besides look at you
in bed at night
talk it out when we fight
what can i do
besides look at you
when you make me laugh
feeling like my other half
what can i do
besides look at you
my heart sings
as you slide on the ring
what can i do
besides look at you
morning, kissing you
one more thing to scratch off the list
to-do.
vulnerable
vulnerable, vulnerAble
the same in french and english
universal fear
of being
open.
afraid to show ourselves to another,
we cut ourselves off.
put ourselves in tight little corners
small little boxes
cut off the strings
that tie us to one another.
i can’t bear it.
i can’t breathe under the weight, the pressure
the fear of being judged.
so i protect myself.
i distance myself.
i tell myself little white lies:
you don’t care, you don’t care.
so that, if it turns out, that you
do not care.
it will be something i can
hopefully bear.
drunk
drunk off a different kind of high
you and i
hearts racing, emotions bracing
baring all to the ones we love
shared secrets, shared trauma
healing, growing knowing
that we’re here for eachother
and we can be as crazy as we want to
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