Relationship poem 1 by Anastasia SelbyI feel guilty to love my alone time
so much,
the dishwasher an oceanic hum in the backround,
my fingers tingling with solitude.
Sometimes, well, more than
sometimes, I contemplate leaving you,
and then I dive deeper into that thought,
it is thick with multiple meanings and
hidden motives,
I picture my life minus a you,
I would move to Brooklyn,
an overpriced apartment is easy to find there,
and I would be alone with the drone of my
long thoughts,
I would take baths and wonder about my decision to
leave you. Was it correct? And
What is a correct decision?
Every choice I make
eventually involves me looking back
and picturing the other, if I had
made it.
I will leave you, eventually.
I am almost positive, although
that thought is not really
thinking positive.
I only know because I know myself
and I know my bad decisions follow me
around, birds trailing in my shadow
for breadcrumbs.
I welcome their soft chatter,
and welcome my wrong turns,
as long as it's me, making them. 10/23/2008 Posted on 10/24/2008 Copyright © 2025 Anastasia Selby
Member Comments on this Poem |
Posted by George Hoerner on 10/24/08 at 12:49 PM Relationships are like that. But so many don't really understand what is going on in them. Nice write lady. Honesty is a terrible thing to carry. |
Posted by Joe Cramer on 10/24/08 at 02:38 PM ... outstanding..... |
Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 10/28/08 at 01:04 PM I don't know which you will choose, to stay or leave?
to move to Brooklyn, perhaps to purchase the Bridge?
but ultimately the choice is yours,
and I am glad that you have chosen for this poem,
a beautiful path, and the lesser trod in the fork. |
Posted by Dave Fitzgerald on 07/14/09 at 12:38 PM Well done. Congrats on POTD! |
|