Another Poem

I know. I mean, wtf, right? That's two in just as many weeks, I think. The depressing part is that the last time this happened I was in high school, and if I'm in a similar headspace to how I felt in high school, I'm pretty much up the creek without a paddle.

It's kind of in response to something I talked with a friend about. She writes, too, and I sought out her opinion on the previous one. She made some good observations and one of the things she pointed out was that it felt a little too structured, and as though I sort of tacked two separate pieces together. I thought I would try something a little less sentimental, a little more immediate, and this is what I got.

I don't know how I feel about it right now but I'm going to post it anyway just to get it out there.

Unfinished

You tell me it was never meant to be
You say what happened wasn’t real
So how can I feel the way I do
You play it cold, you play it cool
But I know you said
you once said you felt the same way too
I remember
A chaise lounger and some crappy movie on TV
The smell of your hair
The weight of your hand on my chest
I remember
The touch of your lips
And the way you looked at me
Now all you can do is turn away
You act like it was a moment unshared
I feel unrecognized
A stranger
You smile as we pass
Your eyes still shine
But you don’t look at me like that anymore
You hide behind a lie of our lie

So, there it is. Whatever it is. I'd be curious to know what anyone thinks of it.

Take care.