"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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“Lucky”

I found a four leaf clover
twirled it hand my hand
put it in my pocket
and lost it in the sand

I cried the whole way home
and you found me on the stair
I blubbered what had happened
and you gave me yours to share

You found it on the way
and immediately thought of me
I realized then and there
you’re the only luck I need to see

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Happy St. Patrick’s Day!

“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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“Valentine’s Day”

Chocolate hearts,
sweet tarts,
honey dripping
off your lips.

Written out paper card,
walking down the boulevard
not knowing where
but happy all the same.

Red rose,
bantering prose
nothing can ever
compare to this.

Cuddly teddy bear,
my mind without care
as long as you
are next to me.

Love of my life,
your future wife
doesn’t need
all these things.

Only you
and me too
together
forevermore.

Happy Valentine’s Day, my dear

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“Answer”

Sometimes,
I’ll ask
you
a question.

Then in return,
you’ll give
me
an answer.

Fastened
in a business suit
with logic
licking your lips,
I hear your polite
professional
response.

(Good for you.)

And I notice,
disappointment
and relief
tying my hands
behind my back.
But still…
I’m curious
(and struck)
so I change
my tactics.

I bring up the sun,
the air,
the rain brushing
the windows
near your desk.

And you say,
“It’s been so
so busy.
There hasn’t
been time.”

You are either
so absorbed
in your papers
or so disinterested
in everything else
except
your phone.

Trying to get
you
to look
at me
is my favorite
game.

Because,
there have been
certain times,
when I know
I’ve gotten through
to you.

Sometimes
I’ll ask
you
a question.

And
you
won’t answer
me
at all.

(And we both know,
you heard me.)

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“Stay”

I want
you
to stay.

Please.

Don’t leave
me
with those
skinny
reckless
young boys
trying to catch
grapes
in their mouths.

Stay
with me.

Please.

They don’t know
how
to be men
yet.
And that
is what
I really
need.

Please.

Don’t
leave me.

I need
the man
who holds
the door for me.

The man
who notices
and helps me
without a word.

The man
who said,
“If you need me,
let me know.”

I need you.

Right now.

Please.
Don’t
go.

Read my mind.
Cause I
can’t
say those words
(the ones
I really mean)
with her
so near.

Please.
Stay with me.
I
don’t
want
to
be
alone.

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