Fill her

I'm in love with Sarah Kay.

Ok, so I'm more in love with her poetry than anything else and I love her for inspiring me to want to write again.

Watch the amazing-ness here...

aka: Hey, I just met you... and this is crazy

Anxiety

You unhinge me with your stare
Your eyes melting through the façade
I try to keep for you
to think that I am cool.

My carefully practiced charm
starts to crumble
and I start to mumble
just to break the silence of your stare.


I wonder what you see
looking at me so thoroughly
at quiet interludes of stilled conversation.
I rack my brain for one more story
one more thing that can shield me

from your eyes that pierce through
all the masks that I can wear.


I wonder if you can see through
all the lies I feel I need

to get me through everyday.
Am I giving myself away?

 

So I look back down on my plate
trace random patterns on the surface
trying to keep a burst of courage
Til I can meet your stare.

beatlemania

Oh, yeah, I'll tell you something
I think you'll understand...



I blame the Beatles' song

on repeat inside my head
as we walk along the crowded hallway
arms brushing against each other
my heart starts to flutter

tempted to stay or move away
as tune reaches its chorus

putting my thoughts into song.


I wonder how our hands would look
clasped together, palms touching

fingers intertwined
to better contrast your skin with mine.
Will it pull you to me
or can it pull me in,
into deeper understanding,
the lines of your palms confessing
the story yet to pass your lips
in a language i can't decipher.

Or at least, not yet.