Should I feel flattered?
That you snap at my heels,
Begging for scraps off my plate,
If you think I’m threatened,
How mistaken are you?
You are not my competition,
Just a simple obstacle to skirt,
Now watch and learn from me,
The etiquette you should have.
I wonder if this is my therapy,
Speaking to a blank page,
It was always easier than-
Reading the disappointment on your face.
I am not your mouthpiece,
For your ideas to spout from,
There is no label or idea-
That can compel me to side with you,
Stop trying to make me your puppet.
Time is a thief,
It stole you from me,
Leaving me with memories,
That I wish to relive,
So I could hear your voice again.
The way you hold my hand,
I’ll never forget your smile,
Or your laugh that dances with mine,
How we talk late into the night,
When I’m wrapped in your arms,
That’s when I knew you stole it,
Heart, body and soul,
I’m yours.
I took a breath,
Had a break,
Let it all sink in,
Now it’s time I get up,
Fight another day,
Be the warrior,
I was always meant to be.
Do I need to repeat myself?
You cannot take what isn’t yours,
Stepping on people’s toes,
It’s never a good look,
So if you want what I have,
Look elsewhere, this dream is taken.
Have you ever met someone at the wrong time?
The deal that is too good to be true,
That’s how I feel about you and I.
We are never meant to be.
I imagine all the conversations we’d have,
These silly in-jokes and laughing over nothing,
Then I realise we’ll never have that,
You don’t see me in that way,
I’m just someone to pass the time with.
When the sky is full of stars,
With the moon shining bright,
I hope that from the window,
You will count them with me,
Hunt for constellations through clouds,
And dream of a night, we can reunite.
Bohotea 