Thin tail of mist

You can taper off
If you'd like
I won't mind
If you go quietly
Just so you fade
Without my awareness
Because if I knew for sure you were leaving
If I knew for sure you were going away
If I knew for sure you were gone
I might want you to come back to stay
But that, as you know, would be all kinds of wrong

Of What I'm Certain

It's funny how warm this place can be
Looking back through old comments and smiling
Friendly banter, slight debating
Support in the best way
Where would I be without this place or
These people it's strange
To think about how so many things lead to so many things
I feel like I know everyone when really
We all know nothing

Grain

He is
Sand in my eye
Grain pressing down hard
Scraping, scratching
Like a wayward contact
Worse
More pressure
I feel it sliding across the surface like
Liquid nails
He never keeps them short enough
He never makes me strong enough
And I am never weak enough
For him
He is
Sand in my eye
The littlest rock and I'm
Going to have to blink it out

Awakened

I think
I am feeling
About you
Something different
I think
I am feeling
About you
Something new
I think
I am feeling
That
I am perfectly able to fall in love
If and when and where I want to
I'm a girl and we dream and are
Embarrassingly open at times
I think
I am feeling
That there is no great genius in this
I only write what comes to my head
And moreover
They're musing on
Something with a name five letters above my own
Oh, I just gave myself away

Belief in Impossiblities

I can't say I get it entirely
I'm excited about exciting things
I have exceptional imagination and
I believe I have an unflinchingly honest way
Of looking at things
All the while composing a more appealing scenario
In the warmest corners of my brain

Sick and Unsatisfied

None of these feel good enough
To me
None of these are right

What I'll Admit To

I close my eyes and put words in his mouth
I google our astrological signs to see how we'd get on
Even though
I turn my nose up at some of those things
There is no way I know but a
Homeschooled weirdo can only hope
How tragic a story that
Even the protagonist knows better
I'm supposed to be a good writer

Um

he is
Well, I'd love to be his friend
I think I have
really pretty eyes
and I don't even feel vain for saying it
because it's true
and my hair was piled high, off to the side
I pulled my shirt tight against my skin and
I almost looked perfect
Or close enough to close enough to it
So not quite

Baby Steps

let me down and
pull me aside
no sincere sorry; you don't seem to mind
let me up and
hold on to me tight
we're clinging to the one thing we know in this life
let me win and
finally be right
good things come in threes but to get there takes time
despite that when counting three's not very high

I'm Pretending To Be Absolute

You are going to fall in love with me
With the way my pale dress hits just above the knees
With my eyes and lashes, au natural and dark green
With the slope of my jaw and the whites of my teeth
With my mind and my wit
Or possibly lack thereof it
With my way and my gift
Although it's never much
I'd still write a poem for you
And you'll love that, too

aych IV

Jus everything about me
Like everything about you aych
Like I do

No Substance

You fluctuate
Like weight without weight
Up down around
Everything under the most benign moon
And still I cling to a whisper of you
A mere idea that we just might
Might just
Become more than two infatuated someones
But I am never certain as to whom
Those infatuations are
Designated to

So It's Me

Nobody is ever willing to move on
Forget and forgive for
The sake of it
Like everyone should
But they don't don't and
I think they won't
Instead
We're impossibly separate
I hate having to choose sides
There's a clear divide and I
Must watch as one and two draw lines
Huh
"And I"
Hypocrite
I'm drawing the thickest ones

Converse

I've got a satchel full of shoelaces and you loved--
Are supposed to have loved me by now
When I tied your lips shut with them three months ago
I loved you
Never seems like before and neither is coherent
So I lose your spelling games
Why go up against someone when you know who's lost will lose again

Clouds

He is magnetic in ways unparalleled
I imagine stepping stones that
Go up and up and are for those with
Long legs
Excluding every other wisher of
Ungrantable wishes
From the pedestal that will stand
Opposite his

Around My Heart

You broke my glass
For the millionth time
You're not the first but
I think somehow
You hit the hardest

He Doesn't Like It

"You know
I have a feeling
We're both going to be famous"
Is it bad that I want her to be right?