Cassie Mae

Cassie Mae Feb 2011

Today I want to be somebody else.

Nails painted black
hair to match and cover my eyes.
Tight jeans,
loose t-****.

Today I want to cry.

Tears stream down my face
no one around to question why.
Black makeup,
rivers down my cheeks.

Today I want to hide.

Underneath a curtain of black curls,
only the wind gets a peek at my face.
Over-sized sweatshirt,
unlaced shoes.

Today I want to be somebody else.

(c) Cassie Mae Writings 2011

Cassie Mae Feb 2011

Today

Today I tasted you on my tongue
it was a strange sensation, it's been a year
coffee, peppermint, cigarettes
mingled once upon your lips when they met mine.

You were my ladder with a missing rung
the climb I would always fear
the fall I would always regret
we both know we were a waste of time.

The one before was my song unsung
he is the memory I hold so dear
the one true love I won't forget
after him, loving you was my only crime.

You knew his hand was where my heart hung
to you it was perfectly clear
the whole of me you would never get
now today I pay the fine.

(c) Cassie Mae Writings 2011

Cassie Mae Feb 2011

World of Strangers

I want to write a love letter,
send it flying,
anonymously,
into the wind.

Off the balcony of my hotel room
I'll send words from my heart
into the hands of a stranger
walking the streets.

They will read each heart felt line,
and believe the words are meant just for them.
For a moment that stranger
will feel cared for,

because of the words I let go
into the wind.

(c) Cassie Mae Writings 2011

Cassie Mae Feb 2011

Dark

Sometimes you need someone to hold you
when you can't stop crying,
when the sobs come
and you can't stop shaking.

When the nights get too dark
and the sun won't rise,
you need someone there to tell you it'll get brighter.
Someone who will hold your hand through the nightmares.

But when the world is at it's cruelest
it leaves you to stumble through the dark alone
and through blurry eyes, a foggy mind,
you surrender on your knees.

Can you possibly recover?
Will you ever stand again?
Questions for eternity circle in your mind.
You're clouded judgment pulls you down.

You stay at the bottom waiting for someone,
someone to grab your hand and pull you up,
up out of the hole you dug yourself.
In the blackness, crying, you wait.

(c) Cassie Mae Writings 2011

Cassie Mae Feb 2011

Boy in the Elevator

It could have been you,
boy in the elevator,
who I was meant to be with.
But we never spoke.

You were reading a book,
boy in the elevator,
I was reading one, too.
But our eyes never met.

Do you think we have a lot in common,
boy in the elevator?
Do you wish you would have said hello?
Do you wish I had asked what you were reading?

There was something about your eyes,
boy in the elevator,
that made me dream of you.
But I don't even know your name.

Boy in the elevator,
I wish I knew your room number.
I would come knock on your door.
I would ask you on a walk.

Boy in the elevator,
I'm sad I let our moment pass.
Maybe you were the one,
boy in the elevator.

(c) Cassie Mae Writings 2011

Cassie Mae Jan 2011

School Girl Crush

I’m going to make this a laugh
because that’s what it is.
You’re smart, cute, and charming,
everything for that I wish.

But there is one thing in the way,
a girlfriend,
“together since high school”
or so you say.

Me and her,
that girl you’re with,
we have the same occupation,
but she, for you, changed location.

Think about the hobbit-like children we could have,
curly brown hair is not so bad.
With your “girlfriend” the kid would be a ginger
but with your button nose that might be cute, go figure.

Don’t you think we’d make a cute couple?
I know I do!
You’re tall, I’m short.
It’s a match of sorts.

Our children could be normal sized,
taller than me,
but shorter than you.
It’s a plan I’ve thought through.

The exchange in the hallway after lunch
was a little bit awkward, but I liked it a bunch!
Maybe tomorrow we can sit together
and, again, talk about the weather.

Your accent is adorable,
the way you say “about”
and various other words
that sound funny when they come out.

It’s a school girl crush
and I feel so silly
because I’m all grown up.
C’mon, Cassie, really?

(c) Cassie Mae Writings 2011

Cassie Mae Jan 2011

It was so easy

It was so easy to get to know you.
Almost like the stars lined up and brought our worlds together.
How cliche, but that's how easy it was.

It was so easy to be with you,
like we had been together before.
That summer could have been the start of an eternity with you.
That's how easy it was.

Talking about the past, the present, and the future was so easy we could have been telling the stories to old friends.

It was so easy to be apart because we knew we would both be coming back to each other at the end of the day.
There was never fear or concern if you were late.
It was so easy to trust you.

It was too easy in those two months to fall in love,
but we both knew you would leave.

It was easy when you drove away the first time.
We knew we would see each other again soon.
Keeping in tough was easy with phone calls and letters.

It wasn't easy when you drove away the second time.
I knew you wouldn't call back and that I'd never get a letter in return.

It wasn't easy a year later when I ran into our old friends or when his eyes reminded me of yours.

It was too easy to fall for you under all the stars.
It was too easy to let you in with the warm summer breeze.
It was all too easy to be so heartbroken when it came to an end.

(c) Cassie Mae Writings 2011