The First Time
it was a conversation I thought we could have
we are living in different times
our bodies are intertwined
it was a conversation you didn’t like
me for yourself; that’s what you wanted
Anger
it started
vibrating in my ear
words that loud – they have no meaning
my mind tried to leave but
you kept my body stuck
Unfamiliar Touch
those hands had touched me many times
this time it was different
no warmth – foreign
how had these hands touched me before?
Can I Stay?
your fears;
they sound like mine.
so familiar and old as time.
your mouth says you are sorry.
your eyes show it too.
my fears say worry.
my heart feels that your words;
they must be true.
Petals
I let you stay in
you can be steady
you can be sweet
I could never be ready
for the next you that I would meet
The Second Time
pay attention to me
who cares? none of that stuff is important.
don’t leave.
that hurt my feelings. was it worth it?
from my weightless head on your chest
to the wight of your hands on my wrists
why are you lying?
where are you going?
you don’t want to be with me?
you’re tired of me now, huh?
no.
why would I lie?
I want to stay here.
I would never get tired of you.
I’m sorry.
do you forgive me?
sorry
I am sorry I can’t stay
I don’t think I believe in you anymore
that is what I would say
could he forgive me
for the way I left that day?
reminders hurt
my book
it sits on your counter
your hands
represented on my arm as if I am labeled by you
no concerns
are you worried too?
what could be the consequences of our actions?
a possible blessing
from a fatal attraction.
Carnations
babe we can fly pretty high
babe we can crash and burn
babe we can lose sight
babe we can return
babe I am sorry
babe I changed my mind
babe I am not yours
babe you are not so kind
Shame
as I explained
from me, confusingly, came a laugh
what I was feeling
it could not really be true
what happened
it was not the you i knew
Quietly
a life with you;
how could that be fair?
not unfair to you and I;
but to the one between us.
the love we shared;
it was not healthy.
but our love could be steady.
you could grow up strong.
what if I am not ready?
what if I am so wrong?
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