Such a Shame

Lost in thought

I walk along the corridor

And there you are sitting

Your eyes casually appraising my stride

On abruptly meeting your gaze my eyes instinctively open wide

Tell-tale sign of my embarassing attraction.

I hate my transparency.

You wave hello and I coolly do the same

Such a shame.

You were the only risk I ever took.

Never again.

How nice that high horse I gave you must be,

If only I could take back all I said about liking you…

for now sweet rejector you’ll always see me as that strange person over there not worth talking to.

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Soda Pop People

 

Sometimes,

after a difficult day,

you feel like

a bottle of soda.

Shaken to your core with things left unsaid, undone, unknown

Trying not to seethe too much but pressure is building like a pagoda.

and you’re fizzing at the rim because you are carbon dioxide in the torrid zone

You let more effervescence through but the traces seem to miss their view.

Dissolved liquids of common ground leave no room for  those outbound

with different minds, approaches and appearances

So you remedy the spill by closing the lid, thinking you’re doing yourself a favor

but you can feel yourself receding, vapours bleeding, losing your distinct flavor.

Let it out? Keep it in?

shake shake. fizz fizz.