I was a member
of the "Hope They'll Like me" crowd
needy and aiming to please
foot tapping, shifting in my wooden chair
the noise in my head drowning out
the words on your lips
and what was the big deal anyway?
if no one liked me
status quo
I'd still have the few
the ones I could depend on
Except, let's digress together,
in dark moments of insecure delusion
when I could imagine even them
lacing my drink with an untraceable poison
pushing me off the cliff's edge
But I never linger long
in this Hitchcockian dream
I'm opting now
for "I Hope I'll Love You"
listening and observing
your words and beyond
trying to see and understand
Keeping my heart near the surface
available for bumps and bruises
but resilient
full of good humor
watching with a smile tinged with wist
while some dismiss me as frivolous
and others reach for my hand
feeling fortunate with a hint of fear
each new chance
to be part of the mystery
Dec 1, 2019
Dec 1, 2019 at 2:25 PM UTC
I was a member
of the "Hope They'll Like me" crowd
needy and aiming to please
foot tapping, shifting in my wooden chair
the noise in my head drowning out
the words on your lips
and what was the big deal anyway?
if no one liked me
status quo
I'd still have the few
the ones I could depend on
Except, let's digress together,
in dark moments of insecure delusion
when I could imagine even them
lacing my drink with an untraceable poison
pushing me off the cliff's edge
But I never linger long
in this Hitchcockian dream
I'm opting now
for "I Hope I'll Love You"
listening and observing
your words and beyond
trying to see and understand
Keeping my heart near the surface
available for bumps and bruises
but resilient
full of good humor
watching with a smile tinged with wist
while some dismiss me as frivolous
and others reach for my hand
feeling fortunate with a hint of fear
each new chance
to be part of the mystery
Peace to all you sweet poets for the season.
