Still here

I miss you.But you’re still here,And that feels kinda silly…So I’ll punch your shoulder and call you a weirdo.See?Who’s vulnerable now?I miss you.And you’re still here,Which totally feels stupid…So I’ll gnaw your thigh and get you a new drink.See?Who’s needy now?I miss you.Even though you’re still here,And no matter how stupidly silly that is….I love

Insanity

They say…That trying the same thing…Over and over again…But expecting different results…Is insanity.But then why is it…That when I gave you my heart…I gave you all of it…No holds barred.Even though I knew…Even though I see…Even though the past has shown…That it’s not meant to be…Mine.Or ours.Or Anyones at All…Because love?Real…honest…and true love…?It’s just the

It matters, doesn’t it?

Another meetingAnother dayAnother procedureAnother playWhat were you saying again?I was thinking about how being gorgeous works…When beauty is supposed to be in the eye of the beholder…But society paints the picture That those eyes are taking in.Another meetingAnother dayAnother roundaboutAnother wayWhat were you implying again?I was thinking about how being loved works…When your heart is

Told you so!

What do you mean – you know it better?What do you mean – you know it best?What do you mean – your method’s faster?What do you mean – it passed the test?Don’t you know that I am wiser?Don’t you know that I’m so smart?Then why is it that when I am SO right…You always take

I can’t even remember

Darling,Can you recall the last time you hurt?Really hurt?Hurt so bad you couldn’t breathe?Hurt so deep you couldn’t see?Hurt so much you couldn’t bear?I bet you think you can.I bet you think you should.I bet you think you have to. Need to even.But I also bet that you don’t.That you can’t really recall the burn.

Come prepared.

I’ve already rehearsed, Every….possible…option. Every location. Every situation. I’ve already imagined, Every….thing…that you could say. Would say. Should say. I’ve already practised, Every….thing…I might reply. Want to reply. Can’t reply. I’ve already calculated, Every….possible…win. Ran through every probable loss. Balanced out my arguments, and figured out yours. Mediated your demands and summarized my needs. I’ve

Fated

I don’t need to see youTo know that you’re mine.And don’t need to feel you,To have us intertwine.But when you are not with me,You best know that I pine,To have you here beside me,Cause together we’re a sign…For things yet to come,And things yet to pass,For things yet to happen,And things yet to last.Because us

Whole

I wither Like a flower without sun Or a tree without water When I live without your touch. I crumble Like a brittle sandcastle to the sea Or a ruin of old When I live without your strength. I falter Like a record that’s been scratched Or a train without rails When I live without

Phone-phobia

As an ode to one of my biggest fear: phone calls, I’ve written a beautiful, open and honest poem.The words run deep. You’ll see.(not really, sarcasm is an art!).But it does give a pretty decent overview of how my day went today, with me having to cold-call 5 people in the company because I need

Pennies and dimes

If I could have my pickOf what I’d have for change It wouldn’t be pennies and dimesBut a world that is differentIf I could have a sayIn things that should be alteredIt wouldn’t be pennies and dimes But a world that is changedIf I could try my handAt making new things happen It wouldn’t be