Is It Love?

That moment of silence

Right after goodnight

And right before you leave

It is a hole in the heart for both of you

Wondering, waiting

Do I say it first?

A breath of fresh air it would be to speak

But what if it isn’t real?

If all of this is just imagined

Feelings?

Do you know?

Who will be the first to say

I love you?

Remember, Remember

A dark

Despairing

Black

Pool

You are drowning

A tall

Steep

Depressing

Cliff

You are falling

A blind

Angry

Frightening

Darkness

You are lost

Waiting for the rope

Hoping to be caught

Praying for a Savior

A strong

Lasting

Enduring

Rope

You are saved

A thick

Knotted

Beautiful

Net

You are alive

A loving

Warm

Enveloping

Hug

You remember

There is more to this life

Than to fail

You have a chance

Photograph

You know

when you see

a perfect photograph

The contrast

Your skin

Flawless

Everything

Your makeup

The eyes

All of the color

Makes you

Beautiful

You see that picture

With envy

And longing

To be the person

Inside

And the realization

Is sad

When you see

The perfect person

Skinny

Beautiful

That’s you

Inside

The person you want to be

Sometimes The Heart Is Cruel

Sometimes the heart is cruel

Falling into love at the drop of a hat

And breaking

Just as quickly.

Yearning after that someone

That hurt it once before

But you forgave

Anyway.

Sometimes the heart is cruel,

Ignoring the mind’s plea for mercy

And going on,

Only to get hurt once more,

Knowing no fear,

But that of being

Alone.

Sometimes the heart is cruel,

Pleading with the mind

For someone- anyone!

To take away

The unbearable loneliness.

To find the one

That will be there

Always

Credit to Holly Black

Just Look

Expressions as fleeting

As a freak thunderstorm

Fly across my face

While I savor them

Deeply

Inside.

Not given to judgment,

Or instant dislike,

But she

Just rubs me

The wrong

Way.

A constant irritant,

Prone to

Contradictions,

Making my poor

Head

Ache.

Anger flares,

A strange feeling,

But soon gone,

Leaving me empty,

Once

More.

Only to be reminded

Of the pain left behind

The next day

When it happens

Again

And again.

The only thing I ask

Is a

constant.

Why can’t she

Just

Look? 

Credit to Holly Black

Fish Out Of Water

Floundering
A fish in air
Cannot breathe
The same is said
For me

My air is love

I breathe in hugs

To speak I give

But what am I to do

When deprived?

What is the answer?
Sugar and sweet

Help me forget

The need to breathe

For a moment or two

When I am sad,

I suffocate
The air-it isn't
Tangible

It feels as though

I am drowning

Where I am not a fish

The sea is full of color

I cannot appreciate

The color all around me

Is like the air I breathe

It exists, but I cannot tell

To open my eyes

I burn my lungs

So even though
The air is there

I suffocate

Like a fish

Out of water

The Many Kinds of Super

Everyone loves the super hero.

The one who saves the day?

Beyond human powers

To look up to

Idolize

Adore

Every power

Takes time

Nurturing

Growth

I wish I were super

To be a knight

Polished, shining armor

Or a hero

Even with the spangles

And the underwear

The thing about heroes

They have challenges too

But on a different level-

Anything is possible

I wish to save myself

Strength

Love

Trust

Human qualities

In great quantities

Are super

Emotional

Or physical

Muscles

Each takes work

And perseverance

For strength

If I get muscles

Or powers

What might I do?

The choice would be

For me or for you?