August 2009
6 posts
pair.
i wish i could’ve said something, maybe started something. we could’ve been the pair that, i always can’t help but stare at. the girl and the guy that don’t need to hold hands for you to know that they’re together. they’re tethered together by something unseen, no need for definitions, you know what i mean. but i just let you slide on by, a little too cautious, my fragile heart’s too shy. so i sit...
a war inside.
where do we go from here, now that we’ve come so far? i don’t know what to do, now that i know who you are. you are the antithesis to my being, the bane of my soul, you are the white of snow, and i, the dark of coal. so different, you and i, but i am reluctantly drawn, to walk where you have walked, to look to where you’ve gone. you run from here to there, and i will ever pursue, you will never...
true to a fault.
excuse me while i lose her to the demands of my own pride, just let me through, please stand aside. i know what’s going to happen, i’ve done it before, that is, turn my back on the one that i love and adore. i won’t let myself chance being even once rejected, so i let go first, so i won’t be affected. i don’t want to wait and find out, that it wasn’t what i thought, blindly i was seeing something...
just musing around.
i sat comfortably in the lee of the world, as the leaves of my beginnings around me swirled. here, i’ll explain what anyone can understand, all i have to offer rests in the palm of my hand. i work for my honor, am a slave to my pride. my well being is contrasted against the tears i have cried. but that is not to say that i’m not humble, i’ve seen my star rise, but i’ve also seen it crumble. what...
come back to me.
you’re so far away, i can feel every single mile, but you’ve imbued things with the power to make me smile. like the clock that always told me when you were going to arrive, or the bed where we’d rendezvous, with a hop and a dive. also, the smell that lingers here, even until now, or the trinkets stashed in all the places that the decreasing space would allow. the envelopes and stamps, the letters...
