‘Drop Before the Fall’

Well, I’m back at it again:
Real life.
No, it’s not this job,
It isn’t anything really
Related to bettering myself
As a human being.
It’s the emotional side
That bugs me the most,
The ridiculous,
Underhanded relationships
I have built.
I am tired
Of trying so hard
To impress,
To implore.
Do you know what it’s like
To adore
Anyone
Who chooses
Not to appreciate
The gifts,
And the talents
You have been given.
It’s as if I’ve been dropped,
And not picked up
For many years.

“Tug”

Look at you,
Both of you,
Holding onto both my arms,
And pulling,
Absentmindedly,
Without thought
Of causing harm.
But look at me,
Just look at me –
Look at all I’ve done,
(And all I feel).
Why is it only you
Who have emotions
That are real?
Like tug of war
You play my heart,
And warp the mind
I’ve worked to make.
So, if you will just
Let me breathe,
Let me decide,
Time after time,
The happier
We all shall be.

‘Coach’

You are a coach;
The woman at the bookstore
Described you perfectly,
With a single word.
It is not a bad thing;
You are the one who guides
Me when I make bad decisions,
When I bite my nails,
When I choose to hide
When all else fails.
You are the coach,
And I am the team player,
Waiting for the moment
To run.