Repetition
Will be the death of me.
I can't do the same song and dance
more than once or twice.
But with you, it doesn't repeat.
With you, it won't replay.
With you, all of it is different.
Familiar yet different.
And I like it.

All alone, on the other side, far away from judging eyes.
Pictures under the moonlight.
So close that I can hear your heart beating as fast as mine.
Discovering even more things that make us alike,
and lovely surprised by the things that don´t.
Holding hands down main street and I feel so safe.
Dancing in the crowd but I get lost in you
And I hope our plane had never landed back.

You’re scared, to get ignored.
Scared she might not like you anymore
Scare she might move on
Scared of being left alone
You’re scared, but you take the risk anyways.
Why?
Because this girl,
Has a smile so beautiful and bright,
Her eyes take your breath away,
Her laugh makes your stomach fill with butterflies
This girl blows my mind away,
So I take the risk,
Taking the risk of getting hurt
Because I love this girl.

Drown me in hate
It's all I deserve
I can love you
But I can't love me
You can love me
But you can't love you
We've got it twisted
But at least we've got it

Sharp nose,
just a hint of
his wide open smile
in the screen light
maybe its unromantic
maybe its just plain weird
but his profile in the screen light
was one of the most beautiful things
I've ever held sight of
as if the real him
was coming out
and
only
i
could see it
but it burned me
his face in the screen light
it hurt me
that profile basked in blue light
simply
because
it scares me.

Back when I was a teenager,
I used to think I was so clever.
I used  to think he was the one,
and now I know he was not even close.

when i ask my father to spend time
away from his quibbling
and political diatribe
to read poetry
it pains him
as he reads he seems to sigh
why why why
is she wasting my time?
he reads, he skims, he stands up fast
a grimace marks his face at last
its depressing
he snarks
with a disappointed air
i don't like
depressing poems,.
a poem about death
is it really depressing?
ok, well, that's
obvious in its truth
but there are plenty that speak of
the other side of life
reading one two three
down
down
my feed
there's love
life
hearts
dreams
all splayed out
on the operating table
we 'literates'
call poetry