“It’s So Funny”

Ha ha ha!

It’s been
four months
since I’ve seen you last

when there was ice
in the air
and biting frost
grazing through my hair

but you were warm
like the sun,
warming my cold,
I know we had fun.

Now you’re back
and it’s summer
but I
don’t really
know how to explain.

Something’s cool
in your smile
and it’s starting
to show
that you’ve changed.

Was I just
something
to pass the
snowy time?
A chip of ice
to cool down
your flame.

That blonde
you’re looking at
now is damn fine.
Looks like heat
is more within
your sight line.

I can see through
that facade
like a window
of cracked glass.

Seasons change,
connections don’t
last.

I guess
I was just
a cool breeze
to make the time
pass.

How funny.

Ha.
Ha.
Ha

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“Boy Next Door”

I looked for you
when I rounded the bend
on our street.

I looked for you
when the sun was high
and the air filled with heat.

If it was raining out
I knew our paths
would surely not meet.

I thought I always
was the one
to notice you first.

I thought I always
tried to find the right words
only my voice was dried by thirst.

Probably, it was for the best
to stay on the sidewalk
as a girl, silent and cursed.

Then, one day walking
down our street
I noticed a flash of color.

Him going one way,
and I the other, neither of us stopped
except in the looks we gave each other.

I held your eyes,
and you held mine
until out of sight in that breath of summer.

After, I wondered
what it meant.

Me always looking to you
and then you seeing me.

Maybe you too thought words
weren’t the only way to speak.

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“Pretty Girl”

Hey you,
with the long brown hair.
I see you around strutting
like you just don’t care.

Hey you,
with the mischievous eyes.
What are you plotting
stringing along all these guys?

Hey you,
with the laugh in your smile.
I was thinking I might
stick around for a while.

I got a feeling
that you know more
than you say. What’s all
the trickiness for
anyway?

Hey you,
staring my way.
Will you tell me
your secret today?

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“The Lady In Black”

One, two,
three, four.
I count her steps
from the door.

It’s one of the days
she does appear,
so far and few
I have come to fear.

Five, six,
seven, eight.
She’s a predator
while we’re the bait.

Long dark hair,
shadows in her eyes,
that pretty smile
attracting all the guys.

Nine, ten,
eleven reasons why
we all choose to ignore
that sadness in her eye.

Everyone wants
what they never had.
She a good mystery,
riddling us bad.

Twelve, thirteen.
We all wish for this,
that she’d just pick one
of us to kiss.

But she never does.
While others wear white
she’s always in black
and braced for a fight.

The Lady in Black,
a prey turned predat-or,
her posture straight
an enticing, deadly lure.

Someone much too good
than the rest of us stands apart,
she deserves someone better
to heal her broken heart.

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"Trouble"

Once upon a time
when downfall was all
I’d known
he found me
and boy,
how I didn’t know.

Once upon a time,
another normal day,
a girl walked through the door
saying she needed
a place to stay.
How I wish I’d known.

He didn’t seem like much,
another face
I didn’t trust…
until the day I saw
all the little things
he did
that I never saw before.

Anything she could have been
and I doubted
she’d last long
until I saw her work
making everyone
fall in love
with a girl
they’d barely known.

Hard and fast
I fell
without a net
to catch
and then I met
his girlfriend
and happiness
didn’t last.

I tried to stop
my thoughts,
and it was easier
with my girl
but harder at times too.
When someone’s mouth
is on your own,
but another’s
is all that will do.

He’s right next to me
and I can feel
my heart beating fast,
my fingers are reaching out
and he’s all I want to grasp.

She is right next to me,
and though I’m not
looking at her,
I see her all the same
my fingers reaching out
because she’s just said my name.

Oh.
I knew you were
trouble
when you
walked into my life.

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“Question”

Sometimes,
she’ll ask
me
a question.

Then in return,
I’ll give
her
an answer.

Bundled
in a sweater
with purpose
puncturing her words,
I hear her smart
yet sassy
inquisition.

(She never lets me down.)

It’s those moments,
where my heart
beats a little
too
fast.
But still…
I try to keep
my distance
(and curiosity)
at bay
for what her next
question will be.

She brings up
the clouds,
the mist
the breeze
trying to get in
through my window.

And I want
to open the window
and feel the sun on my face
because it is just like
her smile.
(But instead
I bury my head,
back to the calls
flashing on my phone.)

Every time
I see
her
there’s so much
to do
I want her to leave
(and need her
to stay
to make this
dull gray light
stark sunshine bright.)

Sometimes
she’ll ask
me
a question

(Too close to the truth.)

And I
won’t answer
her
at all.

(And we both
know why.)

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