Tag: poet

See you tonight.

I’m a book you put back on the shelf.

Didn’t catch your interest, not worth a second glance.

You’re leaving the store in a hurry, not even worth a chance.

I’m waiting for the next patron.

Yearning to change from single to taken.

I’ll see you in my imagination.

–S.

Alter.

You’ve always had a way of making me feel small.

It doesn’t matter the distance, you can change everything with just one call.

Your words defy space, they crash through every wall.

You hold all the power, you have the ability to ruin it all.

I can never feel tall.

Your voice in my head makes me stall.

No matter what, you’ll always make sure I fall,

or falter.

Why am I always something to be altered?

–S.

Gift Exchange.

Life is a gift.

I know, I know, I know.

I can’t help it,

I’ve been feeling so low.

I feel ungrateful,

and like all of the progress has been so slow.

I’ve been staring out the car window,

willing myself to grow.

What if this is it?

What if there is nothing else for me to show?

–S.

Don’t let go of my hand.

Hang on.

Don’t let go.

I need a little time.

I’ve been going a little slow.

Don’t leave me by my lonesome.

It’s summer, but I’m feeling frozen.

I don’t know how to handle any of these emotions.

–S.

Well, could you?

I have acne on my skin.

Four dollars to my name.

A rumble on the right side of my car.

Stretch marks on my body like scars.

Hair that won’t hold a curl.

Shame that dances in my stomach in a twirl.

Do you think you could love me just like this?

I’m just a girl.

After all.

–S.