This is not a love poem
Because you could, if you wanted
send giggles down the back of my throat
Giggles that - I could, if i wanted
because you make me happy
and I am often sad
And I am often giggling because I am sad
but no one knows
Someone once told me that I reminded her of a game
I believe it is called "hide and seek"
i asked her if I was a lot of fun
but she told me that I was boring
in a predictable way
in a - I think "you are the patterns on floor tiles that go on unnoticed way"
in a - I think "people step on you without you...
To be able to
See the world in restrospect
For when you have emotions rushing through veins
In the most inappropriate hours
You are throwing
Caution, to the wind
And if ever, you wish to let someone in
They must bear the consequences
Of loving not one, but, two beings
For fear is not an easy woman to love
One as needy
As a sun, on a cold winter morning
Copyright of Jane ℒoo
Rest in sleep
Close the chapter now love
because there are some wishes that I want to make on
those tattered pages
but they never fail
to tear me up instead
Just close the book now.
Because that memory that I wanted to paint of you
The time you took me
with a smile and stole conversations
that you now leave fond memories of
are cutting the insides of my soul
I can no longer help
if I am depressed
or just human
There comes that time
that I wanted to call you
I wanted to tell you how I wish we talked more...
Empty her vase
We are on the floor, your hands are in my pocket
There are reasons why your eyes still
when they are dwelling in my direction
Look at me, woman
am I not a representation of your body?
Lay with me, woman
Tonight I promise to rid the sandpaper off your lips
So here is the floor, tell me your story
here are your clothes, take them all off
No, put it back on
and come dress me in your ideas
come fashion me in your dreams
then strip me off mine
strip me all clean
But no one quite told you that it wasn’t you, did they?
no one quite told you...
There are spaces in between your fingers that i cannot touch
Wounds inside the cavity you call - heart
I cannot reach
Your body is an astronaut and this space, a galaxy
Light years apart,
But you keep floating away
I hear there is no gravity where you come from
Does that mean when you cry
Your tears become shooting stars?
To mars -
I've never witnessed aliens as much as I did monsters
I've never been
By Jane ℒoo
It's strange that words are so inadequate.
Yet, like the asthmatic struggling for breath,
so the lover must struggle for words
.T. S. Eliot