Tuesday, August 15, 2017

If I Seem Withdrawn (I Am)

Independent loneliness-
the choice to be alone
and the reason is unknown.

Some prefer the silence,
 or in some circumstances,
they even prefer the noise;

the clicking that fingers
create on these keys.
The hum of thoughts in your head.
Or even shouting screams of matches
you need to make and win in your mind.

To be so close,  or so far:
from everyone.
And everything you've ever
wanted to achieve-
never forgetting to be right
beyond your fingertips.

Running, and out of breath
for the next to last opportunity
life will never allow you to take

because it will tear away
the lonely home you have.

One person,
alone, myself is enough,
and anyone else is too perplexing
to figure out.




Thursday, August 10, 2017

All for a Band-Aid

If we met as children,
I'm shameless in wondering
how life would've been.

I do wish it was this way,
because mine would've been
undoubtedly kinder with you in it sooner.

You must've been incredibly encouraging.

I imagine a playground scenario-
on the pavement I've fallen,
destined to scrape my knee.

As I'm gruff to rise from my fallen state,
your hand is out in front of my face. . .

Unable to look to yours
or grab your hand in the moment
I hear your voice asking me,
"You aren't gonna cry are you?"

I glance at you, sighing a single
"No."

So you say to me,
"Good."

You, eager to ask
in so few words
if my knee is okay.

"Do you need a band-aid?"

We're so sickeningly sweet,
whether we met today
or on the teeter-totters-

nothing would stop you from
walking me to the nurse if I needed you.





Tuesday, August 1, 2017

What a Diagnosis

I hope you don't hold your breath
trying  to understand
the lot of lop-sided love in this life.

Driving people to their crummy jobs
looking for a lot of lop-sided affairs.

How can you want what you can't have?

So the innocent half of the affair
becomes lop-sided trying to understand.

What happened?
Toss in a
How could you?
in an instant.

Horrified, you want to make it work.
Even with a 100% failure rate.

Yea, he won't leave his wife for you,
won't tell her you exist.
No way he'll let you meet his family,
or care for one you see inside your head.

To him, you're a problem
and a tasty one at that.

Lop-sided became the sad and solitary
relationship you're too familiar with.