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Jan 2019
It seized me that way in class
You and I, what the ****?!

My thoughts got out of my hand
I could tell no one, my knotted heart
The answer was one I could speak
but I doubted I could feel
Everythings gets so ******* twisted
So hard to see clear
Like a fire it threatened to sweep what I held dear
Guess what? Not what y'all think
Guess what? it's not "us"

But now
You've got a girl and I've got my man
And all of a sudden, the doors opened up:
(no more doors of hell, please)
And I had seen clearly who we are
I had a sun like vision
I saw it in a bus downtown:

We are like two vessels of blood
that need to flow together, side to side
They stick around but never come together
They are friends, they are not lovers

This wound will close in time!
When it's over I will probably laugh

what if they cannot handle
what we know it's true
They could not handle me
They could not handle you
What if my mom thinks I *******
What if the world thinks I love you
This is the simplest, truest way:
you are simply my friend
and it's up to me
to handle it all well
This poem is about having doubts about whether you are in love with a friend or you just have a lot of complicity with him...and about how people's opinions can lead you to be confused, even more confused than you were at first.
Courtney O
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Courtney O  27/F/Madrid
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