Tug of War

How It Feels To Hope

Hope is a distance

For every time you speak

I move a little closer

Hope is a destination 

For every inch you move further

I step forward towards you 

Hope is fragile 

For everytime you snap the stitches open

I patch it up again and again 

Hope is dangerous 

For just a little smile from you

Brightens my sunken heart  

Hope is tormenting 

For every little thing you do 

Makes me want to fix us 

Hope is the only answer

For the tug of war 

Between us to end... 

 

Two

 Two Is NOT ALWAYS Better Than One

Two

Is all it takes 

To smile

To greet

To laugh

To clap 

To feel

To lead

To love

To leave... 

Leash

Darkness Prevail

Oh the audacity

Of being laconic

To cease everything curated

Did you even bruise 

At being punched 

With endless query 

Or

Did you swell

At having the upperhand

To let go 

And still be a thrall... 

Convenience

 

Right Here, Waiting

Dope party 

of You, talking beats

and I listened, mostly

For your convenience...

Party paused 

still loud but eerily silent

at your convenience 

Questions raised, 

self-convincing, awkward answers 

left me to ponder and wander 

Now 

the party has begun

at Your convenience 

yet again

but wait I did

Right here

Just to feel the beat again...