I love you too

When you tell me that you love me,
I know I should say it too
But those three words are nothing,
Compared to what I feel for you
I iron it in the shirts I leave,
Outside the bathroom door
It trickles down the umbrella,
That I hold out as it pours
It’s mixed in with the soup,
I feed you when you’re ill
I pack it in the cheese sandwiches
That I know you like grilled
I pour it in the coffee,
I wake you up with every day
I hope that it makes up for,
All the words that I don’t say
When you tell me that you love me,
I know I should say it back
But instead I tell you that it’s cold outside
And hand you a scarf from the rack.

Pandora’s Box

You unlocked the box,
Inside my mind
You unleashed the demons,
You weren’t to find.

You heard my secrets,
Explored the deep end
You witnessed an awakening,
You weren’t to attend.

You opened the doors,
You oozed it all out
Now you know what I-
Was talking about.

I warned you, Trespasser,
I told you not to come
What shall we do now?
What a tragic conundrum.

You opened Pandora’s box,
You set my devil free
You did what I told you not to-
Now you’re stuck with the real me.

Willow

I found my solace
My shelter, my escape
Under a giant willow tree
With its branches as my drapes

It loomed over me
And my ten-year-old frame
One day I hoped
I’d measure the very same

I climbed to the highest branch,
Enthralled by the view
I wondered what would change
If only I grew

I soared to the sky
On my grubby tire swing
I stood on my tippy-toes
Listening to the birds sing

Every evening before I left
I stood against the bark
I measured where I stood
And left behind my mark

Years flew by
My routine never changed
Horizontal lines
I patiently engraved

I wished I could grow older
And view the world from above
Never did I imagine-
It was only the dream that I’d love

Ten years down the line
My wish had come true
I’d grown older, taller, wiser-
Just as I’d wanted to

And where my weary willow tree
Had loomed over me-
There stood a sliced stump;
I was taller, finally.

Heroes and Villains

Why do stories have heroes and villains
When we’re all unmitigated cheats
We lie, we steal, and when the tables turn,
We’re merely switching seats.

Prometheus stole fire from the gods,
How different is he from a thief?
And yet we call him our high and mighty
Our holy saviour, our chief

We put the murderer behind bars
For sticking a dagger through a chest
Yet when the hero wins the battle,
We throw a lavish fest

We condemn the liar for his atrocious sins,
And for repudiating the truth
Yet lawyers spin lies like spiders with webs;
This we know in sooth

We lament the victim when the bully decides,
To commence his cruel games
And yet when the hero defeats the villain,
We celebrate him without shame

No one’s solely pure or evil;
That’s not how life unfolds
And whether we are heroes or villains-
Is how our stories are told.

Jack of All Trades

Jack of all trades,
Master of none
Participated in all,
But never won

Eager to mount,
Every new trail
Even if it meant,
Yet another fail

A player for all teams,
A loser for all too
But shows up to every game,
With a smile~ brand new

Jack of all trades,
Master of none
She never stops trying,
She never claims she’s done

An actor of all roles,
Even one line will do
Ready to place herself,
In anyone’s shoes

She works harder than anyone,
But all she does is pass
Despite the time she devotes,
She’s never top of her class

Jack of all trades,
Master of none
She may have many hobbies,
But giving up isn’t one.

Butterflies

Let’s not talk about the butterflies
Or the lightning speed of my heart
We’ll watch the night turn into day
And welcome a fresh start

Let’s not talk about feelings or love
And the spark that’s in my eyes
For now just let me deny it all
And fill my head with lies

Let’s not talk about what I want
Or what I wish you’d say
For now let’s stay the way we are
And save it for another day

Let’s not talk about what might be
And why it can’t be real
Let’s not talk about the butterflies-
That I know you don’t feel.

Traffic Light

Listening to the radio,
In our worn out car
Hands intertwined,
Gazing at the stars
As the traffic lights changed,
We did too
They brought to life the story,
Of me and you.

We met at green,
Reckless and free
The world was our oyster,
For every lock we had the key
We sped through love,
We defeated time
But at the next signal,
We stopped for our crimes.

At red we fought,
Till our lungs wore out
Drenched were our eyes,
Poisoned were our shouts
We went too fast,
So we paid the price
To decide our fate,
We rolled the dice.

We slowed down for a while,
When the yellow colour flashed
We regretted all the strife,
We gained from when we dashed
We took one step at a time,
Slow and steady
To win the conquest of love,
We were ready.

When we made it to the next signal,
We were tired of the wait
We knew it was up to us,
And not up to fate
We wanted to drown in deep,
Over heels for one another
We didn’t care about the price,
We’d pay it together.

Listening to the radio,
In our worn out car
We stayed in the moment,
We didn’t think too far
When the lights changed,
We saw red
But sharing a smile,
We sped ahead.

Make My Day

If you say even a word,
A smile would graze my lips
Excitement travels down,
My toes to my fingertips.

Your presence colours my skies,
And brings radiance to my face
Every time you look at me,
My pain and sorrows erase.

Your laugh has no match,
I could go days listening to that sound
I feel at bliss when I’m around you,
A home I’ve at last found.

The butterflies died long ago,
After months of heartbreak and gloom
But you planted a garden inside of me,
When my love for had bloomed.

I know you can’t return the feelings,
You don’t think of me that way
But even one word from you,
Continues to make my day.

 

The Chameleon

Everything looks better,
With a fresh coat of paint
A new perspective,
To cover up the taints

A pristine colour to match,
The varying desires
In trying to fit in,
Was she really a liar?

Day by day,
As she met a new face
Hers would change too,
According to their taste

What they looked in for another,
Was what she became
As she added on to her layers,
She was never again the same

The clay of her personality,
Moulded to fit a trait
The mask she put on,
Was used as her bait

Everything looks better,
With a fresh coat of paint
But there are only so many colours,
To cover up the taints.

 

Reflection

There once was a girl,
With a fiery soul
A gentle heart,
And a voice so bold
Her beauty was praised,
Throughout the land
And every young lad,
Wished for her hand.

Suitor after suitor,
Came riding by
They stared at her,
Desire in their eyes
From princes to paupers,
All lined up to impress
One question was all she asked them,
Not more, not less.

“Describe my beauty,”
Was all she said
And the suitors all answered,
From the top of their heads
“Hair like husked corn,
Clear blue eyes,
And porcelain skin,”said Sir Kyle.

“Hair like ebony!”
Protested another man
“Lips red like a rose,
The fairest in the land.”
Several others tried,
Saying what they could see
For they all say in her,
Their definitions of beauty.

One saw a smile,
That brought joy to his life
In her face one saw kindness,
Another saw his wife
Days had passed,
But to her dismay
None of her suitors said,
What she hoped they would say.

The girl began losing faith,
And all her adherence
For not one of her many suitors,
Had described her true appearance
She wasn’t beautiful after all,
Or so she began to fear
When at last one came along,
To tell her how she appeared

There was one who found her beautiful,
It all became crystal clear
For as she stared at her reflection,
Her insecurities disappeared.

In a world where you represent everyone else’s definition of beauty, you are bound to forget yourself. You are bound to succumb to the wants of everyone around you. But you don’t need to change yourself for anybody. Self love is something that isn’t given enough importance, and I want to change that. Dear readers, you are beautiful. You are worth it. Love yourself.