Thursday, January 16, 2014

Opportunity

I held the door for you for a very long time
but you never walked through it.
Now that I’m closing it,
you’ve jammed your foot in the bottom,
but you still won’t step through.

I won’t slam it, won’t break your toes.
I never needed to close that door anyway.
I just needed to go through the next one.

Stalker?

I looked through your Facebook photos but
I think that’s okay because you said
you looked through mine and you thought
I looked pretty in a dress.

I felt a longing and I thought maybe it was
love, maybe jealousy or maybe some kind of
desire. But then I realised I was
inspired.

I want my life to be not scary, but
exhilarating, the way speed became
thrilling after you took me down that
black run.


Monday, January 13, 2014

To Say

'I love you like a sister' may have meant
I love you like my own 
flesh and blood, 
or it may have meant
I was too scared to acknowledge that
I loved you to the edge of the earth
and back. Only when I got to the edge I saw 
I had already come 
full circle and I loved you
like a sister.


Tuesday, January 07, 2014

If it is

As I drove away, I thought
     if it is meant to be, it will be.
And I sat in the fading sunlight and cried
at the idea it was not meant to be.

As I ran through the dust, I thought
     if it is to be, it is up to me.
And I accepted the painful end
as a new opportunity.

As it all drew to a close,
as my panic rose, I thought
     if it is to be, it is up to me.
And so I drove, day and night
through unfamiliar lands, 
through winds and snow,
just to see.

As I drove away, I thought
     if it is meant to be, it will be.
There is no more I can do—
out of my hands, it is
no longer up to me.