Poem #16

I feel plain

I feel pain

All these singers and writers

With their indie and aesthetic lines

Couldn’t ever be mine

I feel basic

I feel blue

But I also feel some kind of complicated

Too much

Over the top

I wish my words were gentle

But they’re not

I’m a car crash

I’m a tornado

Flying, spinning out

Shaky ground

Rupture bound

Never predictable

But I want to be sunflowers

And deep conversations for hours

Warm coffee in a cute cup

Promising unconditional love

Beach waves on a morning shore

The smooth stroke of a perfect pen

The purity of a laugh from hearing a joke for the first time

I want to be the lifeline to my beloveds

An inviting smile

A chair that makes you want to stick around awhile

The theme song of a coming-of-age film

Where the memories are our favourites

Of the best days of our lives

So I keep the porch light on

And a cd sings me to sleep

While the window is cracked

And the curtains blow in the wind

With my drum beat heartbeat

Let there be rhythm

Let there always be time