"converstion" poems - Hello Poetry

we're so close now i can feel a wave every time you move. not touching. the girl is sitting on the boy's lap he's holding her waist, legs twined. but shes not me. sitting next to you, ur knees, we touch, then jump apart. we never used to. super cute drunk girl skipping, **** boy being the man. i'm busy playing mother hen. our faces inches apart, smiles, not important, eyes say all. breathing as one. i'm the one who told the boy how to get the one girl he wanted. whats wrong with me? a joke only we understand, a converstion we can remember. what happened to us? oh. i did this. i fell for the boy, i gained her friendship. i made a decision to wait, to not go for what i wanted. for you. i became your friend, explained how to date my best girlfriend. i ended possibilities. and told you because i'm dumb. ruining any chance of protecting what we did have. i dont hate the girl, she has nothing to apologize for. neither does he. its not their fault i'm in love.

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Sep 3, 2012

Sep 3, 2012 at 10:48 PM UTC

keda-mcdermott

not their fault

we're so close now i can feel a wave every time you move. not touching. the girl is sitting on the boy's lap he's holding her waist, legs twined. but shes not me. sitting next to you, ur knees, we touch, then jump apart. we never used to. super cute drunk girl skipping, **** boy being the man. i'm busy playing mother hen. our faces inches apart, smiles, not important, eyes say all. breathing as one. i'm the one who told the boy how to get the one girl he wanted. whats wrong with me? a joke only we understand, a converstion we can remember. what happened to us? oh. i did this. i fell for the boy, i gained her friendship. i made a decision to wait, to not go for what i wanted. for you. i became your friend, explained how to date my best girlfriend. i ended possibilities. and told you because i'm dumb. ruining any chance of protecting what we did have. i dont hate the girl, she has nothing to apologize for. neither does he. its not their fault i'm in love.

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I was at the bar one night, just minding my buisnees enjoy my fine pour, mistacism and, wonder came floating by in a little black number that i could look at for days. She grabbed a drink and waited for it at the bar. We'd met briefly a few times before, as everyone in a small town does at one point or another. A soft spoken well to do girl, i can't remember her name now. Slender build, blonde hair a girl, and a smile that could buy anything. She began a converstion cuase her boyfriend was playing pool, i guess if you will she was just being polite. I wasn't going to argue with the girl and of coarse, so i offered the seat next to me and began to enjoy my drink. She asked what i was drinking, I said "Whiskey"..."Ice", and flicked my glass as i set it down on my worn out coaster. She began to talk of life, finishing school and enjoying living in Kennebunkport while here.I couldn't belive that my alcoholic fishing village was the safe haven for pretty , sweet, and nice girls. I didn't notice but the time flew and so did the drinks, i could tell dhe was trying to keep up with me. One turned to 3, 3 turned to 8 double for me, and 8 of whatever fruity concoction she was drinking. I felt bad, she was drunk. Her boyfriend walk up to the bar and was angry. He saw how drunk she had gotten, and who she'd got drunken with. He didn't try to cuase any trouble but i could see his "boundries" had been crossed. I wasn't worried, guy like me in my home town, bad day for him. I have to say though, that girl barely knew me, and just wanted a good converstion out of me, and share a laugh. That's a good person, good friend, something i'd like to srtive for one day. Hope for the future.

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Oct 29, 2010

Oct 29, 2010 at 8:43 PM UTC

zach-merrill

stranger at my bar. "A small story"

I was at the bar one night, just minding my buisnees enjoy my fine pour, mistacism and, wonder came floating by in a little black number that i could look at for days. She grabbed a drink and waited for it at the bar. We'd met briefly a few times before, as everyone in a small town does at one point or another. A soft spoken well to do girl, i can't remember her name now. Slender build, blonde hair a girl, and a smile that could buy anything. She began a converstion cuase her boyfriend was playing pool, i guess if you will she was just being polite. I wasn't going to argue with the girl and of coarse, so i offered the seat next to me and began to enjoy my drink. She asked what i was drinking, I said "Whiskey"..."Ice", and flicked my glass as i set it down on my worn out coaster. She began to talk of life, finishing school and enjoying living in Kennebunkport while here.I couldn't belive that my alcoholic fishing village was the safe haven for pretty , sweet, and nice girls. I didn't notice but the time flew and so did the drinks, i could tell dhe was trying to keep up with me. One turned to 3, 3 turned to 8 double for me, and 8 of whatever fruity concoction she was drinking. I felt bad, she was drunk. Her boyfriend walk up to the bar and was angry. He saw how drunk she had gotten, and who she'd got drunken with. He didn't try to cuase any trouble but i could see his "boundries" had been crossed. I wasn't worried, guy like me in my home town, bad day for him. I have to say though, that girl barely knew me, and just wanted a good converstion out of me, and share a laugh. That's a good person, good friend, something i'd like to srtive for one day. Hope for the future.

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I waited for the satellite to hurtle itself above me before I could make the call. Winds swept across the lip of the glacier driving ice chips & rock grains into my exposed frozen-face. With ungloved fingers, I dialed direct to another continent, heard the rings, then the pick-up. The reception was clear, giving me 45 seconds of converstion before the icon disappeared along with your voice. I barely had enough time to say I was okay before you were gone again.

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Jan 29, 2014

Jan 29, 2014 at 10:41 PM UTC

jonny-angel

Satphone Pick-Up

I waited for the satellite to hurtle itself above me before I could make the call. Winds swept across the lip of the glacier driving ice chips & rock grains into my exposed frozen-face. With ungloved fingers, I dialed direct to another continent, heard the rings, then the pick-up. The reception was clear, giving me 45 seconds of converstion before the icon disappeared along with your voice. I barely had enough time to say I was okay before you were gone again.

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