April 20, 2014 § Leave a comment
I would appreciate it if you didn’t belittle me
and my ability to empathize based on my experiences.
It would be nice if you didn’t accuse me of projecting
things I keep locked away in the back of my head.
I understand you’re worried about me,
but some things that matter to you
do not matter to me.
And I would appreciate you not prescribing me
emotions I don’t actually feel.
I would appreciate you trying to see me clearly
for I know myself best,
despite the assumption you can see
past my clarity.
November 10, 2013 § 1 Comment
she lost me
in the seas where she cast her nets
hoping to catch someone to allow her those excuses
left to sink
in the false sympathy I couldn’t provide,
for I cared too much.
Her boat now drives
itself to warmer shores
that burn with a harsh frankness spiced with lust
that don’t threaten her with
the need to grow up.