You make me sigh, you make me grin,

you make me think of summer, walks and Popsicles,

you make music more musical, everything is silly yet important,

sometimes you make me worry, sometimes I wait for your call.

Most times, I try not to think of you, try not to call.

You're on my mind constantly, I cherish it but won't admit it.

I tell myself I'm silly, so very silly to think of you the way I do.

You make me giggle at things that are unfunny, make me want us to have inside jokes.

You make me want to talk about you, when you're not in context.

You make me feel like a crazy fool, I like it and hate it at the same time.

You make me over-analyse every little word and gesture,

this is the twisted joy of knowing I can feel like this while I can never have you.

daily commute

They are everywhere, walking with grace,

talking in soothing voices, keeping up appearances.

I see them all around me, worrying about details,

making mental notes, looking beautiful as they do.

They're in suits and dresses, wearing them with prowess,

sounding confident and fulfilled, yet seeking.

They don't seek me, but I seek them,

they don't see me but I see them.

They have entanglements, complications and more.

I have no ties just stress and fear of the future,

They must sense my hesitation when I walk by

as I sense their lives when I do.

I am a solitary observer, I take notes, I understand.

I don't say anything that might be too revealing of me.

I'm a part of their everyday, they see me,

but they also don't and they walk away.

solace

I have not had a moment to myself these past 3 weeks. I resort to you, just to be able to say whatever I feel like saying.

I would like a smoke, I would like more sympathy over these cramps. I would like BP, I would like not to share my friends for they are mine.

I would like not to listen to your music, I would like to be crazy and not think about repurcussions. I would like to be by myself, I would like more friends, I would like a fuller life.

I would like to find that perfect person I am supposed to find. I would like not to worry about the future. I would like it if no one got on my nerves.

is that too much to ask for? ok just give me BP and we'll forget about the rest.

Mundane Mundane Mundane

Late to bed, late to rise,
Living like the not- so- wise.
Life between these four walls,
Planning all my texts and calls.

Take the same road every day,
You don’t exist or are far away.
You might help me break my rut,
I first have to find you but.

Seasons are changing,
Time renders me aging.
Still no you in sight
By myself I’m alright.

I want more than just ok,
Things might be better that way.
I fear we may never meet,
And you’re life will be just as sweet.

I'm not a romantic, but..

souvenirs of silliness,
a little trinket, a bauble.
giggles over recollections,
logic takes a tumble.

centre of the universe,
a magnet to all thought.
random burts of joy,
off guard I am caught.

smiles creep on their own,
brightening the day.
a little twirl in my step,
such an easy give away.

stomach aflutter, pulse seems to quicken,
It may be temporary, but I am truly smitten.

Quiero escribir de ti en esta lengua, porque no puedo expresarme en mi lengua regular. Para ti necesito las palabras uniquas. Tu cara es hermosa, cada caracteristica es elegado con esmero.
tu defectos me parece como perfeciones.

an ode to the corporate goddess

knot in your brow,
talking a mile a minute.
stilletos pacing,
flicking your hair back.
a cancelled meeting,
incompetent staff,
reluctant clients.
What is a girl to do?

charcoal suit,
pitch rising,
exhaling to calm down.
call on line two,
third cup of coffee.
What glass ceiling?