Tinkerbell

I’m very much like Tinkerbell.

I need attention or I’ll die.

Preferably positive.

OR at the very least to feel

like everyone important

in my small circle of loved ones

isn’t ignoring me.

I’m not asking for a party

or even to meet up.

Just a simple text

asking about my day

or to see if I’m okay…

because I’m not.

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The Perfect Love Story

Someone asked me today

to describe the perfect love story

but the truth is you can’t.

There is no such thing.

Love is messy.

Love is unique.

Love is all over the place.

One story that may speak to me,

may speak differently to you

because we don’t have the same heart.

And the things I have felt

in my 21 years of experience

cannot ever be fully captured in words

no matter how hard I may try.

The truth is love is its own language

and it writes it’s own stories

that are intended for small, intimate audiences

and it’s not up to me to put it into words.

I cannot capture the full meaning

behind a smile’s joy

or certain looks given

or even laughs shared.

I cannot only feel the perfect love story

and hope people can catch a small glimpse

of it through my eyes

as I try to live the story.

Love is not a perfect story to be told.

Love is a life to live to it’s fullest.

 

A Love Poem

I want to write a love poem,

but that requires not only someone to write about,

but someone to love.

And while I’m sure if I took a moment

and gave it some thought,

I could find someone to write a poem about

because it doesn’t take much for me to love someone.

I have a lot of love to share with the world

and if you’re important in my life,

I probably love you.

Family, friends, students.

If I can put your name to your face,

the odds are I love you.\

 

The problem is it takes something more

then just me loving someone

to write a good love poem.

Lovee poems need a certain magic

that only comes from being loved back.

A love poem is not nearly as heartfelt

as when there is a sense of an unbreakable bond.

At this time, the only unconditional love

that meets this condition in my life

is my dog.

And she can’t read sooooooo…

no love poems today.

 

The Kitchen Drawer

When I was in the eighth grade,

you made it quite clear

that I was not YOUR child

when you kicked my mother,

my brother and I

out of the house after an argument.

You broke the drawer off,

the one with knives,

in your fury.

I thought you were going to kill her

right in front of me.

You pinned her to the wall

and spat on her face

as you belittled her

and screamed at her

for some stupid little reason.

You told her to take HER kids

and get out.

I wasn’t even allowed

to get my shoes. Or a coat.

We sat in the car

in the driveway

to a house where I grew up

and cried. And cried.

We did not know where to go.

I told my mother to divorce you.

I told we could move in with grandma.

I told her we could come to get our things

once he was at work tomorrow.

She didn’t listen.

I wish she had

because now I am just as damaged.

You welcomed us back

and acted as though nothing was wrong;

that nothing had happened.

You pretended that everything

was the same as always.

But I know better because

the kitchen drawer doesn’t have a handle

 

 

 

#THATSNOTMYNAME

Guess why I’m writing this poem

And you might succeed. It’s

Because you don’t seem to know my name, which is

Really disappointing.

I’d like to say I’m not upset, but

Even I can’t help but be offended that you haven’t

Learned my name in the

Last fifteen years. But I’ll get over it…

Eventually….

The Most Important Thing You Can Know About Someone

One of the most basic,

yet important,

things you can ever know about someone

is their name.

How else can you know who someone is

if you don’t even know their name?

All other information you learn about them

gets associated back to that name.

It is the beginning of understanding them.

It’s the beginning of their story.

It is the first thing they were probably given.

A name is received shortly after birth.

It’s the first thing they probably told you about themselves

because it’s important to who they are

and they decided it was important

for you to know who they are too.

You should cherish being in the know.

Not everyone gets to know their name,

but you do.

So show a person that you value them

and can spell their name right.

Respect their name if they give it to you.

They didn’t have to.

Show them the respect they deserve.

If they tell you their name,

learn it and don’t forget it.

It probably won’t be changing anytime soon.

It’s literally the least you could do.

It’s one thing to mess up a name,

but entirely different to not know it altogether.

Names are important.

If that person is important to you,

knowing their name should be too.