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 Jun 2013 naivemoon
pandemonium
I took the train home today
although I was surrounded by the busy society
going about their day, I was alone
I had no one to call a company-
well, other than my phone
and also the 2 different people
who sat next to me through my journey.

I took the train home today
usually you would come with me
(I sat by myself)
we would sit on the 3-seater seat;
(I leaned with a sigh at the edge of the 4-seater)
2 for us and 1 for our bags
(just one for me and my bags on my lap)
you next to me, and our shoulders touching
(just my shoulder with a stranger and a glass pane)
we would talk about our week during college
(I mentally talked to myself about what happened)
we would flirt with humour and touch
(I stared into the distance imagining you here)
our stop-stations next to each other, yours first to leave
(I dropped off at a different station today)
you would get off and wave me goodbye until I'm out of sight
(I stared past your station with a lonely heart)
I would quickly get off on mine and text you I've arrived
(I walked out and stared at the train as it leaves)

I took the train home today
as I sat alone in my own little corner, I wondered
is it sad that our love is only true in the train we take?
If so, I will keep getting on our train
if it means you will come back
and we will relive our imagination
just us in our own little world.
When we first met,
I waded in the idea of you
Like a tide pool.
After we first kissed,
You became a steady stream
That swept me off my feet.
But now I'm drowning in the
Thought of you like waves
Thrashing against a reef.
When we were young,
Grown-ups told us that
When boys throw rocks and
Stones and pull your hair and
Shove you into the dirt, it means
They like you.

But they didn't tell us that when
Boys like you, it means they're
Going to throw insults and
Pull your heartstrings
And shove your face
Into the mistakes
You've made.
 May 2013 naivemoon
Ris Howie
45
 May 2013 naivemoon
Ris Howie
45
The cold is poetic,
Purposefully forgoing the pleasures of your heat.
It's a mind set,
To sit in the stillness elagiac,
Just minding my own in a numb 45 degrees.
elagiac; lamenting

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