How Do I Tell You?
It’s that ugly kind of feeling when you’re just too close to it you’ve got nothing worth much to say.
Self-Confidence
You can tell me and I’ll hear it
dozens of times
Maybe I’m not the only one with bad memory
Lean in and I’ll whisper it to you
but you’re the loudest one in the room
Then, Maybe
Sometimes the reminders are coming
there’s a little room you sit in
wishing for snowfall
She’s been humming a tune
with a miniscule voice
creaking under the floorboards
Your hands under running water
waiting for it to get hot
tapping a toe to that same tune
Tripping the Love Platonic
When it is that you’re reminded
unwavering thoughts under a shaky tongue
that you no longer can feel yourself
Maybe, if you could only talk about it
that memory already misremembered
just a day later
She said it once without context
and you never asked about it
cheating
he would describe her as a handsome woman
and his date would sort of smile