Wish I Knew You (Then)

Comment and Sound

tenuous threads of friendship
can we experiment?
see what you really mean
it’s the swingtime beat
of this
hormonal dance
rhythm we’re singing to
it’s a risque type of freedom
cheers to: belated expression of infatuation
perchance drunken expressions
accidentally made
but it’s the lingering feeling of
perhaps being held on to
listened to
in the form and face
of someone new
someone who listened who
doesn’t take judgment at face-value
i suppose he was gorgeous like that
somewhat in looks
lacking in work ethics but rather
adorable in other aspects
i figured
what those comments meant
and ruminated on
what passing glances
awkwardly stifled chances
of exhaled breath
it’s amusing
looking back now
what the questing, probing statements
the back and forth
completion of various lyrics
and transfer of likes and dislikes abound…
i had a marked preference
for you, sir
when you were and weren’t around
i sense you in the phrases “silly”
and your fuzzy hair
so messily shagged around
but it was in the difference of ages
of interests in life
in where we were going individually
which made me stand my ground
to your destructible swaying
of comment and sound
i figured in a way
if things are meant to be
they will, in time play
the reel of life’s moments unendingly
out.
but not here, and not now.
so i wish the
utmost sincere
to our back and forth diatribe
to your mannerism of cupping a face like;
such a fragile element of nature here
to nights of Wingstop
laughter and horror movie
wheels those hours
spent up late
chatting on idle news
but over interests in music
and one another
— i suppose
kept our imaginations freed, fueled, awake.
Cheers, to you

comments and sound

in all that
          imprinted
          makes
itself present in you,
and please bless him Lord,
for I believe he needs you. Amen.
08/25/13

hold onto me.

We both like comfort

We met halfway

But we have our problems

So neither will want to stay

Because to stay long enough

Would mean we’d dive too deep

But I still want you to hold

Onto me, hold onto me

 

You’re a drifter

I’m a dreamer

We have these differing ideals

Except when in close proximity

Your covers are mine to half-heartedly steal

 

Still we’d long to cling like

Vines to trees

So hold onto me, hold

Onto me

 

You say if we get close and dive too deep

You’d be devastated if I’d hate you –

And leave

So you stay away

And I understand that wish to avoid the pain –

 

Could you comfort me anyways?

 

Like bright eyes would croon in a voice strangled speak:

If you love something set it free.

07/12/17

rescue me.

I’ve got a nervous habit

Where I think too much

I get lost in guys

And I feel like I lose Your Love

 

I got my weakness in thought,

Vices, lack sleep and such

But hold onto me, hold onto me –

You’ll never leave,

You’ll never leave.

 

I put faith and feeling in guys I don’t know

It takes my mind off things,

But there’s no room to grow.

When you’re stifled by self and indecision in tow,

 

Could you rescue me, from the self in me?

07.09.17

we protect ourselves so readily.

we protect ourselves so readily

our walls are up this high

we had our night together

your music flooded my mind

and now we’re in strained silence

yet allowing life to pass us by

so i take your excitement, at nonchalance

and you take my hesitancy as me trying to brush you off –

i am.

 

i want you to do your thing

I want you to be fulfilled and free.

 

and though I write this on a page

which you’ll probably never see,

the reassurance it brings is that

these are the mite thoughts

that I can share,

can keep.

 

07.12.17