This is what comes to mind when I think of you
I really hate clichés but sometimes they are proven true
Like a sheep, you were soft, sweet, gentle, and kind
You seemed so different than the other animals I have left behind
Like a lioness, I watched you from afar
Then I approached, leaving the door to my heart ajar
Like the enticing wolf, you tricked me into your lair
We began a game of cat and mouse and I was an active player
One day strangers and the next so intertwined
I acted from the heart but you from your mind
We got serious a little too fast
It makes sense something so easy could not last
What does not make sense though are all the things you said
What was sheep?
What was wolf?
Was it all to get me into your cavernous bed?
If that is the case then I am left purring inside
Why tell me I brought out the best in you?
Why push your way through?
Why make me feel special just to waste my time?
How could you say you were trying to make it work while waiting for feelings?
None of this makes any sense and my brain is just reeling
You were nothing but a wolf in sheep’s clothing
That messed with a lioness who will not stand for self-loathing
I can say I do not hate you without the slightest hitch
But here is another cliché for you, Karma’s a *****
Dec 1, 2014
Dec 1, 2014 at 2:17 AM UTC
i love that your
hands have touched so
many things- rivers and
valleys and canyons -that
you have made sure the
earth is not your stranger.
please pretend i am the
streets of madrid or the
stone walls of paris.
please know my skin
the way you know how
our planet sighs during
all her seasons. please
love my rivers, my
valleys, my canyons.
Dec 1, 2014
Dec 1, 2014 at 2:17 AM UTC