DifficultI know I am difficult to love;I only asked that you give it a shotI’m sorry you can’t persevere with me any longer --But I’m glad you tried.Take a part of me with you,And know that in my own wayI truly did-- I truly do love you .But I’m difficult,And can’t always find those wordsUntil its all far too late.
One more person...To you I am just another person.With my quirks and habits;Wry smile and nefarious laugh ,The shoulder to lean on,The helping hand--And poetic talk of optimism,When times feel most pessimistic.I am the sum of my flesh;Of my organs,Of two-hundred-and-seventy bones,Of many muscles (say six-hundred-and-fifty-six?)And about eight or ten pints of blood.One of quick wit and sharp tongue,Sharper eye and erratic thought--Unfaultable loyalty and hidden kindnesses.Sweet of tooth , old of soul;A library-minded changelingBelonging nowhere now,To you I am just another person,But once you were my entire world.
HopesYou hung stars,Upon the bare branches of your hope-Longing for someone to come by;Drawn in--guided by your light,And harvest--Gather up those shared wishes,That you no longerNeed to keepJust to yourself.
ReactionI am aware.Things around me-- within me,The air, my pulse,The flicker of a pupil.Focus…Light, dark,The spectrum of colours--But I cannot feel.Sounds,The static of the un-tuned radioThen a burst of music,The babble of a crowd-- or is it in my head?The morning espresso shot--Its bad for me,But its there,Still lingering bitter on my tongue,Curling up my taste buds.I feel heavy.I exist.But I no longer feel alive.
Costume PartyPending celebrations and merriment.I consider myself set apart,Although the flow has pulled me along for your ride.I paint a smile and down some liquor--Donning a costume and pretendingThat my heart isn’t breaking,That emotions are not tornAnd that I am more than just a convenience to you.