Stepping Stones

September 4th, 2019

Innocence of words
Exchanges between two
Always the first step
And that’s how I met you
Initiating

Questioning intentions
Teetering the line
Is this a friendship
Or do you want to be mine
Experimenting

A flame begins to burn
I know this is real
Space disappears
And it’s you that I feel
Intensifying

A relationship builds
Without being planned
Two become one
Hand in hand
Integrating

We could spend days together
But I’d still want more time
Two against the world
Planning for a lifetime
Bonding

We still have our own identities
We bring different things to the table
And that is okay
When the foundation is stable
Differentiating

But in uncharted territory
Things quickly change
And someone you love
Can become someone estranged
Circumscribing

We’re questioning each other
I’m feeling uncertain
When I’ve found there’s a stranger
Living under the curtain
Stagnating

And not talking becomes easier
We can just look away
A love becomes scorned
From our new disarray
Avoiding

Silence becomes deadly
When we can’t even pretend
So as the flame flickers out
We come to an end
Terminating

Note: Inspired by Knapp’s Model of Relational Development

Fake

July 19th, 2009

I say it
But do I mean it
Is the question
I feel it
But is it the same way
I express it
I’ve felt pain
But is it the same way
Others feel it
I’ve had sad eyes
But was it real
Or just another white lie
I’ve been asleep
Or was I really
Just another performance
I’ve read things
But could you possibly read it
The same way I did
I see you
But are you what I want
Or what I need
And all I see
All I read
All I feel
All I fake
What I think
It all makes no sense
And once again I’m lost
I absorb all I can
I contradict myself
I see things that aren’t real
Or was it just what I didn’t want to see
And to hear my thoughts
You wouldn’t understand
And to feel my pain
It’s just too fake
And to look into my eyes
And further to what’s not real
Would you even see me
Would you understand me
You wouldn’t be able to take it in
No one understands
No one even tries
To feel the fake
To feel the lies
To see my world
Behind my eyes

Because I’m Me

2009

Just because I’m a girl
it doesn’t mean I’m weak

Just because I’m white
it doesn’t mean I have rich parents who buy me everything

Just because I’m naturally blonde
it doesn’t mean I’m stupid

Just because I’m young
it doesn’t mean I can’t think for myself

Just because I like girls
it doesn’t mean I’m a sl*t

Just because I don’t always say how I feel
it doesn’t mean your stereotypes don’t hurt me

Should it matter
my gender?
my race?
my hair color?
my age?
my sexuality?

Shouldn’t who I am or how I feel have a say?

Just because this is all I can be

Just because I’m me…