The March Poems (Thus Far)

Bodies

March 7, 2009

If I've said it once, she said

Then you've said it three or

four other times

he said

Your uncertainty is certainly

killing me

And your flitting moods are like

the blue birds I see

after a new moon

Bright and worthy of remembrance

but painful as they come and go

Very painful as they come and go

An your hand won't always be enough

as it sweeps my own gently

My emotions will begin to slough

Until they gather at my feet

A mess for you and me

A mess for you and me

And no likes to clean

He said

Especially not me

The Paradox

March 8, 2009

Because you believe I 

am a child

My own small heart is 

twisting in its chamber. 

My stomach feels as if 

it has left my body to find

a life of its own. 

Away from this 

pit of despair

When you told me

You thought I was like a

child

It killed a part of me that

believed that you were a safe place to fall back to

to retreat to

You killed me 

When you told me I was a child

and in doing so

I became a child

small

alone

and broken

[Note: Not my favorite because I was angry when I wrote this. I think I'm at my best when I'm sentimental.]

Black Dwarves?

March 22, 2009

I remember when [we]

you 

were fading from this world. 

And I always placed the blame 

on [myself]

you. 

(Maturity is so 

entirely subjective that I beg

of you not to bring it up at all.) 

I remember when we became

white dwarves wrapped in night

 and desperate to find an energy 

that no longer existed within us. 

I was scraping. 

I was trying. 

I was desperate. 

I was in despair because my expectations

had suddenly become false. 

I missed us. 

I missed our zenith. 

I remember when we

[you]

were fading from this world.

I see now that blame

is such a weighty thing. 

[Note: The words in brackets were supposed to be formatted as struckthrough (does that work, haha?)]