Haphazard Daydreams

I write poems about you 
About love and hate and in between
As you criticize the dream
For being too bold
Too brash and vibrant to hold
But it’s all me
Sailing on the empty sea
Of my own dread
Is it wrong that you’re in my head
Incessantly
What does it take to be free
Of your grasp
You said we’d ever last
But fine
As you give up the thousandth time
On what we were
And I amn’t her
But am I just making drama
Not seeing things like a panorama
Gaslighting myself
Then saying it’s better for my mental health
To hold it all in
But maybe the sin
Is not giving myself leave to feel
And it’s all real
So I heal
Slowly at first
You don’t have to rehearse
I paint it in verse
And a sideways glance
Is nothing but a second chance
Gone to waste
So make haste
And dive in
It’s only five minutes til we begin
To see the storm another dial
And it’s like we’re on trial
For a crime we didn’t commit
But it’s still you I’m walking with

For What Its Worth

I love you, I screamed, like the desperate woman
Christ alive, what am I doing!!!
“Oh, my God, she hates me” replied he in kind
(Only in his mind)
We are telepathic
At least that’s how I’m coming at it
Because the crazy seems much less intense
When I get reasons about the extent
Of our demise
When I close my eyes
And hear
What he couldn’t say
To me that day
And the going away
Is gone
Because I was wrong
About him
Within