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Poetry By On January 13, 2020

A Familiar Pain

You’re familiar and safe from vulnerability  You give me all your time yet I’m still left feeling  like I don’t measure up somehow. With you there’s no risk but somehow with you I still end up hurt.   -Oct 2019

Poetry By On January 12, 2020

WISHING WELLS

I have to come to terms with that fact that  you’ll never own up to all that you put me through. You deflect it enough that I wonder  if I’m losing my mind again with you. I’m trying to learn not to place the blame  in dark places or wishing wells. Sometimes they’re one in the same but I’m done…

Poetry By On January 7, 2020

 WILL YOU LET ME IN TONIGHT?  

If you’re going to close the door then just do it baby because I can’t spend my whole life always checking to see if  you still have a light burning for me.  So either slam that door or let me in.

Poetry By On January 6, 2020

The Last Time I Saw You

You say you’ll have to remember  what I like for next time. But there never was a next time. It was a last time And I wish I held on a little bit longer I wish I could still remember  the feel of your skin and the sound of your voice.  And I wish I didn’t have to remember at…

Poetry By On January 3, 2020

Never Yours

My door was never open to you. But all these years  you’ve camped out in the front yard. I’m not taking you back because I never called you mine. But I’ll meet you outside my door.   -Sept 2019

Poetry By On December 5, 2019

Close Enough

I want to hurt you if only to prove That you’ve finally let me in close enough to mean something to you.   -Sept 2019

Poetry By On November 25, 2019

The Reality of You

This reunion isn’t as I imagined it would be. I knew I’d changed  over the past 3 years  but I forgot that you could too. I’ve built fantasies from past memories  But all I have to show for it  is a disappointing reality.   -Sept 2019

Poetry By On November 18, 2019

Do You Want Me or Not?

You say you don’t need me as you reach out for my hand. You try to leave me as you post pictures  Desperate for my eyes to see.   We each take turns posting Green lights at the edge of Gatsby’s dock.  We never say what we mean afraid that darkness might be the only response.   -Sept 2019