Monday, October 10, 2011

Good Things

Playing cards in the park
Intertwining fingers on the subway.
Making each other laugh. Pure laughter.
    These are the things that I love.

Attending any event with you. In a bar. At a wedding.
Gazing at you across the room.
Locking in, as I catch you gazing right back.
You noticing everything.
    These are the things that I love.

Talking in bed til late
My forehead touching yours.
Mornings.
    These are the things that I love.

Warming your cold hands in mine
Warming your nose
Feeling beautiful because of you.

    This is love.

Wednesday, June 22, 2011

Fool Says - by M. Ward

hey, i ain't never met anyone like you before
i ain't never met anyone like you before
i thought all the good ones were gone
you're here to tell me i was wrong

hey, you ain't never met a fool like me before
you ain't never met a fool like me before
they told you all romantic fools had died
i'm here to tell you that they lied

- Fool Says, by M. Ward

Thursday, June 9, 2011

welcome, sun

The sun burst through the window this morning. Unexpected!

I knew it would turn eventually.
This sky.

I knew it would be fine, sure.
After much
                   hoping
                   wishing
                   for a change.

Welcome, sun.
Your affable light assures me.
Finally growing unafraid to bask,
Confident in these new rays.

The warmth,
                   caressing hands on my face.
The light,
                   gently running its' fingers through my hair.

You awakened me and I woke up smiling.

Friday, April 29, 2011

Scattered

I left the house for the day
Scattering
Before you came to pack up

Our lives shattering
As you took your things. Our things. Out. Of the house.
Our home.
Scattered.

I couldn't even see you.

Out for the day
pretending
to play with friends.
And once I got the all clear, slipped back in
Pretending it was the same but knowing nothing ever ever would be.

I watched TV.
And
Eventually
Made my way into the bedroom...
Against the pillow, a huge bouquet and an I'm sorry dear Jane...?

Please. No.
Refrain.
You do not get to say I'm sorry.
You do not get to say I'm sorry.

Just run away and never stop
Run away and never stop
Scattering.

Saturday, March 5, 2011

why

I wanna just ask you why
I just wanna ask you

why pretend
why make those waves
make those looks
hold me?

I just wanna ask you
why?

if the plan is to walk away
then walk
why step on me as you go
I am not even on your way
I was just a way
and now I just wanna ask you
why
you went away
before I could push you