I bet you think this song is about you don’t you – Page 2

December 20, 2012ishara No Comments

Dear Beloved

An open letter to
everyone I’ve ever convinced myself I loved.

I am still sorry.

I fear that you were just the

first in a long line

of men I will be

all too willing to bury

my loneliness in.

II.

Now that I’ve figured

that you wronged me, I am not

ready to forgive.

III.

I loved you more than

you knew, but you were still right:

it was not enough.

IV.

I have learned what the

infinite tastes like but

I still haven’t learned

that people can’t be

fixed because they
aren’t broken,

or that I deserve

better.

December 17, 2012ishara No Comments

psychosomatic

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i’ve grown accustomed

to the pain. in your absence

everything else aches.

October 3, 2012ishara No Comments

Going With The Tides

A Haiku Pair

Loneliness sometimes

lingers like cold in your bones

and damp in your soul,

even when the tides

that washed it up have long since

moved to other shores.

August 24, 2012ishara 1 Comment

On the Distribution of One’s Heart

On the Distribution of One’s Heart

(A Haiku Quintet)

I had given my

heart to someone who

didn’t

know how to hold it.

Instead, they cradled

it like an adolescent

with a stranger’s

child:

awkward and uneasy,

with a fear of falling

head first and snapping.

I gave my heart to

someone who didn’t

quite want

it and was surprised

when they gave it back.

They said to keep it

safe, but

their fingers left

bruises.

August 21, 2012ishara No Comments

Drowning

Drowning

(A Haiku Pair)

I am drowning. You

have oversaturated

me, but I need it.

You overwhelm me.

I gasp for air but choking

never felt so good.

August 21, 2012ishara No Comments

Going The Distance

Have you ever gone through your personal poetry archives and stumbled upon an old piece that, at the time of writing, you were convinced was absolutely awful, but now that you’ve given it some space, it turns out it wasn’t too bad after all? This piece is one of them. It’s almost a year old and no longer personally relevant, but I hope you like it.

Distance pulls heartstrings taut

While memory taunts

Sighs go unanswered

Empty promises fill

Where your touch should be.

Silence breeds disquiet:

I quietly wonder

If it’ll be worth it in the end.

July 19, 2012ishara No Comments

Anthology

I would write you everyday.

Poems and scribbles and notes,

Until you learned

The unevenness of my hand

The habits of my penmanship

The chaos of my scrawl.

In a world of dying paper and ink

They would save every scrap

Torn from the back of notebooks

Jotted down on well-folded receipts

They would compile anthologies of my sweet

nothings

Until children who had long forgotten pens and lined paper

Would press their fingers into the ink and

indentations

And know this is what devotion feels like.

July 16, 2012ishara No Comments

Coming Out

I read that we never get

to stop coming out.

Well I came out to myself the other day,

Stepped out of my glass closet for a
moment,

Well, not so much a class closet than one
of those

Cabinets old people use to store their
china

I am transparent, the way I hoard your gifts,

Your presents, your presence.

I never tell the ones who need to hear it
the most.

Instead I let it rest on my lips the way I wish
yours would

And flitter round my tongue the way I want
yours to,

But I can’t.

Because I only tell you in sighs I hope you
read

Or maybe see it in my gazes that linger too
long

Or notice how I touch you too often, sit
too close,

Smile too much.

I am transparent in my cabinet as I watch your hands

Dance across tabletops.

But I would never come out to you.

I much rather confess to strangers on the
internet,

Or in ambiguously phrased verse,

That I dream about you at night

And I think of you all day

And while I may joke about others,

Everything I say I love about them,

Just reminds me of you.

July 16, 2012ishara No Comments

Shop Boy Crush

Do you have a lunch break, or do you

sustain on cuteness and sheepish smiles?

Because if you do, I do too.

And i don’t mean to be ambiguous but I do

mean both.

Because if you don’t have a lunch break, I

don’t really need

That soup and a sandwich I buy everyday

Just that smile…

See I’m like a plant except instead of

sunshine, I flourish on your shine

Because boy do you shine.

See I’m more like a flower than anything

else,

You know, like how they lean to the sun and

all?

Yeah, that’s my flow and I wouldn’t mind if

perhaps we could…

Pollinate?

No I’m just kidding, I meant conversate,

Oh sorry,

Converse, my bad.

Your brightness makes me a little dizzy

So forgive me if I get a little bit mixed

up,

You make my head light with your light.

And if you do break for lunch?

Perhaps you can take a break by the juice

bar

Because bar none, you are sweet

And it would be nice to see your other half

And perhaps another side of you 

Other than” thank you and please come

again,”

though at this point I’m sure even though

you say that to all the girls

and all the boys

and whoever else may patronize this fine

establishment,

that you specifically mean me…

so if you have a lunch break, or sustain on

cuteness and sheepish smiles

remember I do too.

July 16, 2012ishara No Comments

Hands

I have become enamored with your hands.

The way slender fingers join knuckles,

Soft palms taper to fine wrists.

I cannot look away.

Cupping your face,

Clasped around knee,

Rest belies their strength.

Your hands could craft the world if they

wanted to.