Sea - Hello Poetry

Sea Dec 2015

and I,

the Green-Eyed Monster,
sit down with a box of popcorn
in my mind to mentally watch
the person I truly loved
nuzzle his blonde head
into a new woman's breast

yet here I lie, in reality,
outside of my own
jealous fantasies,
with my face buried
in another man's chest

I won't call it even until I know the story's rest

#jaded

Sea Nov 2015

rough to the touch

I need someone like me
aimlessly floating
half-hoping to bump into
love's open door
yet in an attempt to
find their soul again
they miss
and it's back to square one
wandering with no path
a shattered heart lost in the abyss
wondering what went wrong
until they care less and less
yes, a bitter flower
rough to the touch
one I can get to open up
is exactly what I want

Sea Nov 2015

Master Wordsmith

He spun lies into beautiful webs,
wrote tales of how he loved me too much
to let me leave, perfectly placed to be read
by any naive eyes to think it meant something,
whispered half-truths to make any girl swoon,
romance artfully crafted to disguise the ugly truth
The Master Wordsmith, Lord of the Sentence,
King of English Language, Syntax, and Diction
knowing through the power of persuasive poetry
that I would stay if I only saw
his pretty, perfect words;
nothing less, and nothing more

Sea Nov 2015

lost and...

“It’s not you, it’s me” they say, laced with *******, faces towards the wall, mumbled under breath and over satellite cell phone waves.
“I wouldn’t care if it was,” to myself, a breeze to say the half-truth, shrugged shoulders, bitterness in the air
I’ve never been the kind who cares
I’m supposed to let things go as easily as they were found.

Sea Nov 2015

fall into my own trap

I must stop trying to
find the fatal flaw before
my cold feet freeze to the floor
and I become glued in my ways;
refusing to see past
the points that could ruin everything and
I fall into my own trap and
never find happiness
in another human being

Sea Nov 2015

wrong place/wrong time

Never in the right place at the right moment.
Always a servant to time,
never enough but always too much,
too few minutes to decide
who I want to be
or where I want to go
and I remain in the wrong place
at the incorrect hour
and I'll never know who's waiting there
because there's only so many
ticks on a clock
and time won't freeze
for those who are too early
or too late
and I miss opportunities
to find my fate
and instead rest on the clock's face
left with no choice
but to wait

Sea Nov 2015

when one door closes

when one door closes
it doesn't all the way
it is cracked open
in case you want me to
come in and stay
for now I can peek in
and see straight through
to the inner version of you
you can put on a mask
and play the part
but you're the same
as you always were
and until we push it closed
I'll peer into
the door of truth and
she will be the one who's fooled