Sunday, November 15, 2015

I Know

rock bottom by
the scrapes on my knees
from falling for your apprehension
after tripping over 
your ambiguity. 
I should have let
the scabs fall off
before picking myself apart
because a part
of me loves
that scoffing mentality
and pretending you know me,
but worst, that I do not
know you. 

Saturday, November 14, 2015

Clown

You make me a clown
and I juggle
for your entertainment. 
The downside of being
a performer is that you 
like me more with the stage
makeup on. What if
I dropped the act
and held just this emotion
so tightly that it embodied
into something
other than a rubber ball
bouncing in my stomach?
Would I still be something
to watch or should I expect
the crash of circus tents
to be the end of me? 

Friday, November 13, 2015

Moth vs Butterfly

When a man compliments
me I feel 
like a moth
and chew through myself
while waiting to see
how long it takes
for him to notice the colors
of a butterfly. 

Monday, November 9, 2015

Misunderstandings

You mistook me
for a solution
and when I could 
not be anything
other than myself
you made me to be
a mistake. 

I mistook you
as you a solution 
and when you were
nothing but yourself
I believed briefly 
I understood;
my mistake.