As friends

April 20, 2014 § Leave a comment

As friends
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.

As friends,
I would appreciate you trying to see me clearly
for I know myself best,
despite the assumption you can see
past my clarity.

sunk.

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

seeking relationships
that don’t threaten her with
the need to grow up.

the bird.

July 7, 2013 § Leave a comment

Day 1

You peep at me from the lawn torch
outside the kitchen window.
I wonder who you are.
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