You Conquered Me

The battle is raging, the horns are blaring

And I’m here, I’m here, I’m trembling.

I’m putting on armor, pretending I’ve valour

Drawing in strength I know I don’t possess

‘Cause I’m afraid, I’m afraid that they will see

That I’m not, I’m not who I pretend to be.

I’m no soldier, no fighter, no winner

And I am lost, I’m losing the battle before it begins.

I'll Get Back to the Poems

Three years wasted.

—It’s midnight.

Years that were spent following another’s heart, another’s dreams.

—And I’m still writing on my diary.

Forfeiting the hopes and wishes I’ve always held dear.

—Writing down the dreary memories.

That I may always be with the one,

—Making myself remember.

Who made my heart skip and forget.

—For the last time…the last time.

For after this, I’ll get back to the poems.

The sonnets and verses and lines,

A mirage of cold words that were put together

To make me warm.

They do not have the heart that you do

Nor the feelings or the touch or embrace.

But they are better than you

So I’ll get back to the poems

Than still love you.

We Never Said

We never said the famed three words,

But we felt it flooding both our hearts.

It kept pushing our lives together,

Though so we’re so far apart—

In thinking, in feeling, and in priorities.

It made us think of what-maybes

And dwell on the things

That will never be.

Months went by, we’re still together;

Silent, but for the occasional whispers—

Not of love, but of things which meant nothing

But made us talk until September.

And so the silent passion grew.

The arguments continued and pursued,

Pointless and endless

But valued true.

With Your Violin

(2nd edition; 092613)

In the midst of the crowd—

I heard your voice, high and piercing,

Anger bursting, bringing freedom

From deep within.

Strings crying; your bow pleading.

The notes swaying, flying—melting.

It bled right through me.

It made me hate you.

Oh, how I loved you.

You fascinated me.

Strangers walking, swimming, to and fro.

Moving forward, moving slow.

But you kept me there—

A prisoner.

Your music taunting me,

Keeping me,

Making me a part of you.

I didn’t want to be.